Hole in the Whole

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I looked deep, deep into the whole
And the bottom was there, so close
The bottom... so close... could’ve just swallowed me
Its black teeth, so sharp, smiled wide full of glee
And the slope to the hole was steep
And we eloped to the hope like sheep
And groped to the thin rope, so cheap
And soaped the dirty soul... Don’t weep!
Aberration! – I heard said
Keep one’s hands clean, yet they rot
Hole in the soul; the whole is oh, so, so shallow
Keep your ears shut; your neck is there, in the gallows

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