Dark waters flow through me,
I fear the fins of the beast of the sea.
I swim into the dark abyss,
Shrouded in the sea's dark black mist.
What type of water, is this sea?
I feel the fins rip through me.
From the shore I swim astray,
As I felt my last breath fade away.
As I sink to the depths of the sea,
Thousands of needles puncture through me.
As the beast bites down,
I hear a sound.
Is this my fate, calling to me?
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