Out side of our own they are there.
The Devil's triangle, Bermuda as well.
Extinction events happened there,
as well as such laws when applicable here.
World's that are worked prearranged,
in some image seems strange.
Poet's from the past were poisoned or burned.
Bubbles, membrane's, strings unattached.
Unborn all the children climb up and through truth.
For the chance at a life math gave to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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