To She, Whose Faith In The Absurd Saved The Day.

An onion stabbed through its heart.
A dried chilli capped on its stake.
Stabbed to the heart of this earth.
Four corners of our realm, we etiher make or break.

So thus, it holds together the sky.
Bursting at its seams, 3 drops at best.
Oh so very hard it tried,
Onions and chilis put up to the test.

Thus the sky broke.
Into a million pieces it shatters.
Like a needle in the sky it poked.
Pounding the earth, disorienting all matter.

Me, you, and everything we know of.