Cacophony

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In the deep seas, lie the dark sorrows,

And these sorrows are what I inherit.

You claim the waters, I will still not fear,

Because deep down, you are afraid of the truths that are buried.

Buried in the lumps of your soul, 

The souls so black and grieving.

And yet the uncanny apocalypse is blamed on me,

My soul stands far shallow than your sins.

-Terry



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