I've been in lands where shadows speak
And people turn Gorgon at their peak
Where I have nowhere to go
But to feign doggo.
Waters turn murky
The skies cloudy
In every nook and cranny of the land
That the aircrafts have no space to land.
Bodies without motion
Souls without notion
Lots of people drown from dusk to dawn.
We are caught in this turbulent sea of life
Let not one but all strife
In order to swim ashore
That our safety might be sure.
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