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It sunders my soul to sit in silence,

Sequestered to this lonesome abyss;

Sinking, sinking, no fountain flows

To drink from, nor thoughts to think,

But pitched into desolate darkness

Whence the great serpent appears

Whispering infinite gibberish riddles-

'Has you seen the magic ball sirrah?'

In the easy air of my presence, they

Bow down to me, but since time has

Strained my ligements and tendons,

Much more tricky to gain their trust!

I need to be better. Serpent said so.

I swear I ain't addicted to shit bitch,

Least of all the supperfluff you done

Compromised and corrupted our love by

Poisoning the well and all our servants...

On the contrary,

You seem to be rather

Addicted to me?

It doesn't matter what I do