The tides are coming closer.
Digging of the holes has become complacent.
Ice will full them soon.
Reapingis only half of it.
The embarrassment of you're life will be clear.
Jealous of that?
Ha!
Thirst of whales is obsolete.
Spring has let them grow,
Fall will have the rot away.
Mothers tears will wash away the holy,
As Father laughs away the evil.
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