See now some dead,
shot in the water.
O ho yes,
our horror strikes,
ripe for the slaughter.
Huzzah the days
and nights,
as we don't set things to
rights,
our feeble string
of time,
cut now,
falling away
to nothing,
really nothing,
down the way,
no bottom tonight,
no end in sight.
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