the man he knew it deep, way deep inside his hole.

the place once full made empty -

that before had a soul.

he remembered all the etchings,

the baroque outlines of love...

and recalled all the wondrous help

he had received from high above.

and the man he knew it deep

like a tale ceaselessly tole.

The Nothing had assumed control,

and yes indeed he'd have to roll.

golems in the royal palace,

and apes in flowing blackened robes.

hardly could a grimmer vision

have danced betwixt his templed lobes.

but the man he knew it ocean deep;

that the bell of time it always tolled.

for the children of the wicked

of the corn at the crossroad.

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