Weaving beneath the tides of the sea I
Follow the tides
Rising
Falling
Coming up to deny the air
Going beneath to collect salt deposits
For what is life without flavor and seasoning
And what is death without a reason to die
Cliffs stained with red
Shores dried out like bones
And a war with no winner

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