In a network of fine sticky threadI'm entangled to keep spiders fedYou'd think I was cursedAnd to make matter worseI get smacked with a rock till I'm dead.
He had tried to send matter through spaceNow part fly, his demise he must faceTo death he'll be beatenor by spider be eatenHe is caught 'tween a rock and hard place
It looks like our hero is stuckThe choices he faces both suckBut how can he choosebetween two ways to lose?He'll die like a fly or a schmuck
As the mandibles crunch into boneAnd his life is snuffed out by a stoneWill what flashes past his eyesBe his life, or the fly's?This is nature's eternal unknown.
By nature a man or a beast?The greatest with taint of the least?Original sinor Darwinian kin?Does a scientist answer or priest?
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