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The Black Hole – by 'Omitted'
Abnormally as it is, his life is clouded like charcoal...
The brunet thought deeply wether stuck in a wormhole
And in this process his spirit became jet black in pitch.
His heart was the colour of coal, so defiled in a glitch.
But oh, why was this so? Was it his obsidian pendant?
Mayhap it was his ebony pentagram ever-so prevalent.
Adorning his onyx ring he cruised the night searching
But for a sign of a flying raven or a dead sable in zing.
He knew his slate was not clean, he abused sloe wine—
And altogether the brunet had to justly simply define...
Define to his lover the meaning of his atramentous pad.
A pad he carried around with his wise words like mad.
His attire was dingy and yet dusky, was he ill-prepared?
He saw the ebon coloured raven and become aspired!
He challenged the notion as to whether black holes exist!
If spacetime was a livid abstract how could he desist?
Having reached his destination he pulled his inklike pad—
Right out of his suitcase disproving the event horizon in fad.
Then again his melanoid skin was the cause of his hatred...
A hatred for stars, lights, and all associated with the sun stud.
Murky were his surroundings as he pulled out the shovel.
He was now digging the piceous ground so as not to grovel.
Hath he wanted to grovel to God he would've liked the sun.
But no, the nature of his hatred was God in but humiliation.
The black hole he hath spent his life studying was fake!
A lifetime's work but for naught; for a mere namesakes.
Relativity, time, dimensions, his mind was pitch-dark
In a torrent of shadowy confusion leaving a great mark.
His mood so somber as he just dug deeper his final fate.
With his clothes now sooty he stared at the starless sky!
The man so sure now contemplated his dug fair grave.
There was no point to live in this stygian dark enclave.
With a sooty tear streaming down his swarthy cheeks
He glanced back at his pad in a big show of critiques.
Had he a family to experience Christmas just one time
His outlook would have been different in life in chime.
He pulled the trigger of the gun and down he fell to hell!
The man opened Pandora's box and in this process lost...
