Underworld
It exists but no one alive
knows its location
what happens there
no one denies its reality
It is hot, controversial
Hens lay boiled eggs
that hatch mature chickens
Fishermen fish cooked fish
from imaginary oceans
Eclipses are set to appear
democratically in every place
Leaders die not, but vanish
Underworld, is a world
shrouded with mystery
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