Once upon a time the moon
\nWas broken into seven pieces.
\nThe world watched on in horror
\nAs the danger increases.
\nA man proclaimed the world would end
\nIn a glittering white rain
\nFor five thousand years the sky would fall
\nNothing would ever be the same again.
\nMany people were sent to space
\nTo gather all together
\nOn the international space station
\nTo escape the fateful weather.
\nAs the world did end, chaos ensued
\nMutiny was attempted and lost
\nBut many of the last humans alive
\nWere killed, a very high cost.
\nIn the end only seven remained
\nTo repopulate the earth.
\nSeven women with strife between them
\nHad to all, but one, give birth.
\nTime went on, millenniums,
\nAnd finally the time came.
\nTo go back down to earth
\nWhich wasn\u2019t quite the same.
\nTechnology had soared,
\nWith cities in the sky
\nAn elevator and a tether
\nThat people traveling to earth could ride.
\nA group of seven people
\nWho each descended from a line
\nOf the seven eves
\nWho\u2019s futures would entwine.
\nThey traveled as a group to earth
\nLearning in epic waves.
\nThey met another group of folk
\nWho had lived underground, in caves.
\nA clash ensued and then betrayed
\nBy one of their seven.
\nThe one who did betray them
\nRode a hammer into the heavens.
\nThe people who were left
\nMade their way to the sea
\nWhere a new surprise awaited
\nJust what would it be?
\nAs the story did unfold, they found
\nAn underwater clan
\nThey came up from the watery depths
\nTo meet the group on land.
\nA link in the form of a picture
\nWas flashed silently up high
\nThe underwater people,
\nTheir eyes opened wide.
\nIn the end they came together
\nMade peace between the nations.
\nThe three groups made up the whole
\nOf the human population.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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