In the abyss you will duly smile Copacetic and restless all the while These stingers ain’t as painful as believed Soulless and corroded still I plead On your head there is a cryptic mark Dwelling on the speed which we depart If this was infinite, what would we miss? Stupid scorpions in a southern abyss
Malfunction in the continuum
The fallacy is so pitiful
If you’re so inclined forget the rest
Assume the end was just a hiccup
Discontinue the oblivious blip
Oh how this farce was a wasted trip
Conceding is a path so powerful
I stopped trying, I got the gist
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