They who bestowed upon the tide.
Dance around the ride
Swam the deeps beneath.
Conquer the monster of the shrines.
Silent of the weeps Cracked, dim the precious gems slice upon the flesh
Embellish a tide An emblem-paint on the hearts Shadows and succumb.
It lurks from beneath Buried from the soul underneath Wry smile of sorrow.
Here the vastness Wanting upon the soulless With its cold and deep darkness
The soulless soul who gives Forgets the itch of his sins Lament, rotten souls
Should I just died through this wept.
Withered and turns into kelp.
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Written by: @ShinYap
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