Spheres be fed the blackened beast,
For long to fill his gluttonous feast.
Not life itself could escape its grasp,
For death to all the plague they clasp.
Yet random the beast, it toyed its prey,
Amused with game of chance to play.
Ally of time, its patient was astound,
Stomach growls the best around.
Thank you being with me. Let us rebuild a healthy state of mind.