On a solemn piece of wood,
Flowing in and out with the tide,
Never did see the Red Sea part,
Nor do I think I shall,
As I look down the twirling abyss that is,
The rabbit hole only seems to deepen,
As the eternal nightmare consumes,
And there is where I land,
On the surface bottom of this hole,
This abyss which I seem to have misplaced my mind,
For better thoughts in hope,
Such are the things down the rabbit hole...
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