Out I look, across the sea.
Into the sun, a memory.
Growing bright, the rising dawn.
No longer night, Day sings its song.
It grows and heaves (Much like the waves).
And I recall a dream.
A dream as dark as sea is deep.
Full of nighmares, my soul to reap.
Of a past I've long forgoten.
Never to last, my soul has rotten.
Into the depths, it slithers on.
I will be gone tonight.
Who can judge my unwashed head?
Why look for the living among the dead?
I must go, I can't resist.
But first must show that I exist.
The sea holds Truth, His grasp is tight.
And now, my judge awaits.
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