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Drowning, the cold sea overtaking,
like a cruel and evil king
the waves rushing to keep me from surfacing
as is the way of war, always facing
so into his cold and unfeeling hands I go
never sure if I will return or remain below
but I must try, must fight to live
for this tyrant of the world will not forgive.
like a cruel and evil king
the waves rushing to keep me from surfacing
as is the way of war, always facing
so into his cold and unfeeling hands I go
never sure if I will return or remain below
but I must try, must fight to live
for this tyrant of the world will not forgive.
Published 17th Feb 2024
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This is a fine scribe, I thought it was very visual opening up in images of sea and also ships. Nearing the end I could not help seeing this old shipwreck sinking to the bottom of the sea. I enjoyed the read, and I really really like the tittle of this piece! greets
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17th Feb 2024 4:23pm
