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Plundering Seas

Those days which linger|

Behind the minutes|
Beyond the moments|
Inside of those stories|
That regale our feelings|
Emotion asunder into higher plains|
Ambiguous inside those terrains|
Rain wipes the fear we shouted to hear|
Masking those tears you held back for years|
The sheer madness we carry towards our darkness|
In the darkest hour we awake|
In a desolate plateau we find where to play|
Running behind the shade from moons of mornings past|
Entrapped in our enclosure looking for water to soak our wish|
Drowning in our sea of creations towards lands we swim|
Headed into the vastness of the abyss of our theory|
We wrote an autobiography ourselves could not authorise|
In demise we find ways to counteract|
The balance unchanged on a walker's path|
In latent reactions our smiles find the perfect opening|
Falling into the ocean as our spirits keep souring|
Times change not by the hands of time|
Which were shackled bound inside a cavernous dwelling|
Not shown on the map given to us|
Nature holds us bound until the bond is paid off|
With no help we lay flat until our spirits soar high enough|
To reach the zeniths of the struggles we left behind|

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