fell through a trapdoor,
falling, falling
screaming, & calling
no one near to hear
no floor to fall to,
but wall-to-wall with fear
'cause of cyphers, who
- oh so rudely jeer
while singing,
"The end is near,
but your end is nearer,
so hold the past dear,
but the present dearer -
because that's all..."
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