.a-Void. Poem by Madrason .

Put your money where your mouth is
a penny thought remembers this
sick sticks or words can make you feel alone
though words can't break a bone
and sticks can't penetrate a soul
they sure as well can impregnate
that skin with sin and make
it feel like hell …..I
might as well set my dogs on you
Mercurius or Scoobydoo...
no Obol for the ferryman
so give your sweets too
and give them right away to the Candyman!