Abandon all hope
Abandon all hope
For the Muses are mute,
The books closed
And Heaven is shut.
Cast life adrift
All-consuming swell,
With open arms
approaching Hell.
The Reaper has come
And the grave is before,
I stand at the brink
With foot in the door.
The shadows have cast
Enveloping gloom:
Abandon hope.
Approaching doom.
I didn't think a 0-0 draw
Away to Fulham
Was that bad a result?
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