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Seismic Prophecy
If ever Everafter seems
Inscrutable to you,
Remember, visionary dreams
At times come all too true.
The city by the bay will fall,
It’s Golden Gate to lie
Submerged, with skyscrapers once tall—
Metropolis must die!
The angel-city farther down
The shifting shore will be
Another, underwater town,
Punished presently.
So heed the bardic omens no
Mere scientist dare read—
Pacific coastal millions will go
Help the fishes feed…
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