Terror, an act of nature, yet brought on by our hands.

  

Terror from the sunken depths

a merciful journey, no test

bounded to rush and drown our mind

we resist and crawl, even climb

to rid ourselves of the fears we hold deep

like plunging bodies the sea keeps

hoping for a resolution

despite peril's constitution

written from the days before man

when the earth was rough, covered in sand

countless struggles, pouring rage

we travel the world for a brilliant sage

to heal us of pain

yet nothing can remove such a disgusting stain

forever to hold and cradle in our hands

we belong to terror rooted in our lands.

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