This is a true song about Keff's spider

Little Black Death
Words and Music by Christopher White

Keff once had a spider,
Kept him in a jar.
He was a tarantula,
With hair as black as tar.
He had eight arms to hold you,
Eight legs to walk around.
He just sat in his little black home,
And never made a sound.
Till one day he broke free and headed East.
And a little black death was unleashed.

Little Black Death is out there,
But I don't know where.
Keff is crying tears of sorrow,
He wishes he had a spare.
Little Black Death was a great lover, but now Keff is all alone.
He ain't got no spider to call his own.

"Little Black Death, I miss you so much!
Little Black Death, how I miss your touch!
Little Black Death, come back to me!
Little Black Death, so we can be,
Together forever, no matter the weather.
LBD, don't ya leave me never!
I can't live my little black life without my Little Black Death."

We haven't seen Little Black Death,
In almost seven weeks.
But since he left, human corpses,
Have been lining the local streets.
Oh, Little Black death, tell me, why do you got to roam?
Little Black Death, please come home!

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