Fingers through salt, mind through silt
The toxic winds howling through its basin
Like the waves of old used to
Swirled like living mountains reversed
Reflected by the sky in mists of blue
What has become of thee?
No boats anymore, epitomes of wrongdoings
They rise like broken statues
When the immortals fell, I was there and saw
Madness that was before foolish eyes
Man against Man
Longing for divinity that came too soon
A prayer for salvation
King was wrong, but there are no more words
No greetings, no farewells
Only Titans colliding as the world is weeping
Bleeding
Ending
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