Some say that Hell is made of fire,
Some say of ice.
From what I’ve seen the oceans sire
I think I’d choose the ice or fire
O’er sinking to the sailor’s end,
In darkening depths come eye to eye
With demons vile come round to rend
A flailing feast o’er which they’ll vie,
One bubbled cry ascending.

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