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It was a simple deed. Not much more
The deed was small, not much
A simple instruction, a small task
Why did he feel guilty
Guilt wasn’t an option, it was a make believe feeling
He can’t back down. He’s scared
He felt like burning in his chest
He wanted to impress his fellow friend
He cannot fail.
It was his only friend
It was one deed
You’ll drown dear. You’ll drown When you are high in the sky Under the crushing weight of unfulfilled promises, You’ll drown dear. You’ll drown Deep in the earth Among the footsteps of Elysium, Heroes
It all crumbles when I exhale The salt washing away my sins Cleansing the body I call home Softly, swiftly, swaying In & out Above or below Through but ever so near My watery blanket Of love, denial,
That’s when the fun starts. The sound of happy beings, The painting of dogs, The clap of a volleyball, And the swift sound of dancing water Seems to connect all From the seagulls fighting over fries T