DEATH CAME DOWN, AND SAT BESIDE ME.
EXPLAINED THAT HE WAS REALLY BUSY.
ASKED ME, GRINNING, IF I WAS READY
TO MAKE THIS LEAP FROM STICKS TO STYX.

HURRY HURRY, HURL WHILE YOU HURL - DON’T STOP

DELAY COULD MEAN A CHANGE OF MIND,
EACH ONE GETS NERVOUS AT THIS POINT.
AARONS BEARD STOPPED GROWING LONG AGO
THOUGH YOURS, I NOTE, HAS YET TO START.

HEAVE ON OVER, YOU’LL HARDLY NOTICE - THE DROP.

DEVOTE YOURSELF TO DEAR DEMISE.
ENACT THIS DIVE OF SELF DESTRUCTION.
AFFECT THIS DARKNESS WITH DULL IMPLOSION
TREAT ME WITH THE DISDAIN I DESERVE.

HELP YOURSELF, AND RID THE WORLD OF ONE - LESS FLOP.

Prionsías Ó Canáin

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