I am the waves of the sea disturbing the sea,
My contours fasten onto the walls of the city;
It rushes, crashes, and abolishes the waste,
Where are worries of calibre and steel existing?
The torrents terrify me, the constant battle is
Soothing me for it is cool water written on sitting;
Underneath a city is another lake, and then marsh,
What do undead creatures believe when they die?
My sea is gaining gifts, wrapped by the deities
Awaiting you in the darkness, where cosmic rays
Absently pervade the abyss, a string has broken,
A rope has clung to you, a binding branch.
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