A space shanty


I left my alter drifting
In another quantum brane
His eyes are sort of shifty
But we’re otherwise the same

If the timeline branches one way
I’m alive and he is dead
But if we go the other
Then it’s me who croaked instead

So remember when when you’re sailing
‘Pon the hyper spatial sea
If your life you would preserve
Do not trust the evil me.

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