The Last Pit

The lass pines. Something not a rant. I believe that constancy, is its own reward, and that the mysteries of what will come out of a childs mouth next, is worth every wail; be careful you don't give them over too soon unto the maw, I can't talk about it here but it has a wagging pink tongue and you never come out again after you close your eyes and step off. Taking the bait? The piss. Disregard the followings.
Nobody gets out of here clean.
Nobody gets out of here.
Nobody gets out of.
Nobody gets out.
Nobody gets.
Nobody.