Totals

We're terminal from the moment we're born.
The root cause was the scorn.
That left the scare and a form.
Battled the weaver and triggered many that adorned.

Fear strikes the tear.
Makes it hard to bear.
Makes those seem fair.
Paradigm shift left away with a stare.

Yogurt made of orange.
Took the weight of the flange.
Reaped the rewards of the ganj.
Fell away with the badge left her stale and informed her she would have to scavenge.

Formula and intricacies, the nuances of the tide and wave will stave the danger, slowing the granger, impressing the fade, blowing the trade, putting to ruin the balance.