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There’s a hollow, deep in the dark
Where nobody dares to look at
For the voice it bears
Summons a greater cold,
A silence far beyond
The craziest dreams of thine.

Shall thou think thy mind is strong,
Thy soul can shine
But be no fool, behold
This rotten song that walks thou by
As it journeys with thy hope,
As it marches to its quest.

But do beware, swift traveler,
Not to reach the silent nest
Where lies all thou might desire
Calling from near a friendly fire
Waiting for thou to approach
Just to be killed as a cockroach…