Going under water
He's grappling at me
Can't breathe from the panic
So I search for melody.
If I'm going to die,
Then I'll go out with my peace
And as I Sing out the words in gut,
Down, and Down I sink.
The thought of course
Runs through me,
A joke that this is how I die.
So I close my eyes,
And search for God,
And I let out my last cry.
It, a sound,
Echoing deep...
The Haunt of a Goddess going down
The Ocean now,
Echoing out.
You will hear the Siren
Holy unfound.
Careful though, her wrath is taut,
Her heart still tightly wound.
For her death was at the hands of man...
and Her Judgement
A Primordial Sound.
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