This place is not a haven. Here the rat is the king. And the dancing mice listen To hear the cockroach sing. Where the spiders await you. The maggots. Abound, And the flies are very glad That you happened to come around. But there lies a solace, In the world of the worms. There’s’ structure. And order. In the breeding of the germs. And that’s a cause for comfort, If I ever feel unwell. To know that I’ll be eaten, In heaven… Or in hell.Birth sign: Gemini
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