Underwater
Submerged in the
depths
of the unforseen
begging to be cleaned
of the dirt and lies about the forgiving
waters of our world.
Breathing not air,
but waves and currents
that drift around thee...
Treasures and secrets
waiting to be found
along the covered ground
drowned out is
the voice
that calls out for help
on this battlefield.
On a battlefield with
war and peace
that is yet to cease
we pray to the lord
"Our soul to keep"
Let us come out in
one piece!
Your head's out of the water.
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