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A mystery of astronomy One that never made sense to me. Why were the planets so heavy for their size? A question which resulted in debates and constant observations of the skies. No one considered the turn of fates, the show of cosmic thrills and theatre, the death and destruction not seen since the big asteroid hit and made the crater: Kerbin decided to start making sense. Moving swiftly inwards: a bubble of negative graviolis Minmus flew away, no longer a source of dessert after ravioli. Its path set to escape, travelling far too fast, The Mun followed too as the time crept on past. Unsure what the bubble represented, we sent out a probe. The data it recollected, was an apocalypse it told: Kerbin's gravity was to drop 10 times. Stripped of an opportunity to grow old, I have begun to compile some rhymes. The end is to start in three hours hence. At which point the atmospheric pressure will be spent. Not lost into space yet, that won't happen for years. The decrease of surface gravity is the cause for our fears. Without gravity to hold the atmosphere down now and then, The atmosphere will spread out upwards a factor of ten. The same airy mass spread across ten times the volume. Means tenfold less oxygen air molecules for each Kerbal breathing a cubic meter of room. So frivolous now seem our advances in rocket fuels. To know now the scale of the death we await, Will be in compliance with the rest of nature's rules. Our planet was a fluke, it should never have been, Covered in gravity, life, Kerbals on Kerbin. Why did we not end up like Dres would, or the fictional Ceres? From that quite controversial hard video game series. I write now because I want some record of me, To be found somehow by astronauts or aliens, Sure some Kerbals in space will survive, As yet only Kerbin's gravity has come to a compromise. In my notebook I've written of my friends, and my thoughts on astronomy. It will be a slow suffocation that Kerbalkind breathes And who knows what has spawned this gravitational thief, I have far more to say but I'll stick to brevity. Kerbin, we love you, and it's dreadful to say: Kerbin you're losing your high gravity.

Silicates, dust and ice Frozen craters, forgotten valleys… Nothing seems to be nice… In this planet full of dead alleys… Dres Bright green dot in sky Place where wonder dwells Desperate moons that asking, Why? But at the same time being well… Clouds that walking over surface high And the master planet says, It’s mine We will live there in some time… Jool The tiny icy speck Looking distant, freezing But it has It’s own feeling In a tiny icy wreck Which is circling there… appealing Eeelo Pls forgive me for all bad rhythms and stuff im really tired while writing this