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I did not have a coin for Charon
And he dismissed me off the Styx.
I had to get off his boat
And wander aimlessly on golden shore.
The sand grew dull and sticky as my feet treaded on,
And soon I found my path had led
To an obsolete chamber
That reeked of smell.
Such stench haunted my nose
Passing a dreading feeling
That shivered my chest
And sliced my soul.
But since I was trapped
And had nowhere to go,
I grew accustomed to the rotting stench
That lingered in the darkness of this chasm.
Such a feeling of eternity passed
That I would not be unearthed.
And my thoughts traced back
To when I had no coin for Charon.
And he dismissed me off the Styx.
I had to get off his boat
And wander aimlessly on golden shore.
The sand grew dull and sticky as my feet treaded on,
And soon I found my path had led
To an obsolete chamber
That reeked of smell.
Such stench haunted my nose
Passing a dreading feeling
That shivered my chest
And sliced my soul.
But since I was trapped
And had nowhere to go,
I grew accustomed to the rotting stench
That lingered in the darkness of this chasm.
Such a feeling of eternity passed
That I would not be unearthed.
And my thoughts traced back
To when I had no coin for Charon.
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