Terror, an act of nature, yet brought on by our hands.
Terror from the sunken depths
a merciful journey, no test
bounded to rush and drown our mind
we resist and crawl, even climb
to rid ourselves of the fears we hold deep
like plunging bodies the sea keeps
hoping for a resolution
despite peril’s constitution
written from the days before man
when the earth was rough, covered in sand
countless struggles, pouring rage
we travel the world for a brilliant sage
to heal us of pain
yet nothing can remove such a disgusting stain
forever to hold and cradle in our hands
we belong to terror rooted in our lands.
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