Namesake is sound of retching
Memories of a past life, faded
Ages passed, stars have died
Canopy of black, endless night

Can't be seen, heard, felt, or smelt
Behind stars and under hills
Empty holes it fills, come first and follows after
Ends life, and laughter kills

Namesake is sound of retching
Memories of a past life, faded
We have dwelt here for so long
Answer these riddles or we eats it whole

All devouring, flora and fauna
Gnaws iron, bites still
Smashes stones across the eons
Smashes mountains into dust

What does it have in its pocket?
What is it hiding in its pocket?

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