High again beneath the snapping waves
Contorting in angles so sharp they cut
Fighting torrents of beasts from the deep
Reasoning with the dieties for redemption
Here above a sound is heard
Nothing is breathing
All platelets stopped
Above in a murmur plated in gold
Drone the words of a being inflated
Remember the blade and the ooze of the cut
Know not of the words of all before now
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