Riddle me this: Fly into my web said the spider to the fly. There I will hypnotize, mesmerize, and suck you dry. Dont live with hate or call it fate or try to escape. Do not anguish and moan or beg and plead as you bleed. Dont try to barter and trade to make your day or be afraid just to lighten your load; let it flow and dont be sad, for now youre dead. Deaths are intertwined one with the other; the dead we see drop like fleas in windy fall, but ours, our own, are ruined worlds. A global collapse of the do-re-mi alas ends it all. Befall or fail us, we will prevail.