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(To Florence Kendra in Response to her Suicide Note.)

The belly of death is a bottomless pit
How many more will fall into it?
How many it takes to feed an insatiable bastard,
We are not food to death.

The belly of death is a bottomless pit
That preys on minds with tainting stunts,
Of memories unwanted and hopelessness
It uses these baits to snare our souls.

The belly of death is a bottomless pit
Let Hades yawn this time of hunger,
For though the fog might linger in the morning clouds,
The sun shall rise at noon.

The belly of death is a bottomless pit
Your wealth o queen can't fill it,
For kings and thrones have been plunged into it
Yet the reaper's appetite expands.

The belly of death is a bottomless pit
It feeds on pensive moods and grief,
Should I stretch my hands and be your voice
Will you pluck blessings from this petal of curse?

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may I suggest using how many will it take or how many does it take---we are not food for death (perhaps)
cannot instead of can't will keep the beat better in this case
otherwise nice work

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