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Descending to the Abyss

Oh fiddle dee dee, look at me, I'm floating in zero-g!
Wait, what's that there? I fear this is where
That infamous black hole does take its toll
Of sucking you in and squeezing you thin
And tearing you to shreds, oh that do I dread.
You're outta luck now, its true, and soon you'll be goo
The kind that's on my boot, but who gives a hoot?
Face it bub, it's over, and that four-leaf clover
Didn't help you too much with luck and all the such.
Welcome to hell and I hope all is well.
You're in death's hands now, so good luck, you cow!

Ari Gilder

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