Verbiage insignificant
contention that cannot vindicate
fractured expression to tell fancy tries
one thousand days from you could not abate
flowing loving water behind my eyes
no one rewards silent screams not even death
it is the agony inside drowning
breathing in life i die with every breath
agony in North Sea storm swells sounding
aims of long loved past shall not comprehend
i am worse off wishing falling harder
the Lord may bring still waters in the end
against hope I may not be a martyr
drink of tumultuous universe blood
onward rien victory as it should
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