At the edge of our seats
holding our breath.
clutching our souls,
our hearts are about to break.
Diving in the Atlantic, the flight has failed.
All the faith, time, & money we put in,
will come crashing making waves.
Gentle my love, it's all gonna drown.
Don't fear, because the end waits for us all.
What you thought was sun, was only a blast.
The depth of the ocean will consume you,
Before any fire touches your arms.
Meet your creator at the bottom.
It rests in darkness with peace.
You don't have to love anything at all,
there is no truce with reality.
Sinha: Oct'1, 23
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