In the depth of this blue lake
There is a pitch dark place
Deprived of life giving light
With a gloomy strife
None can see who is the enemy
And who is most envy
The life that seems blue
From its outer hue
Is surprisingly dark
With no guiding spark
Everybody is covered in a bark
And from inside sends a bark
Of ill feelings
So many of them
Are fighting fiercely
For a piece of bone
In the selfish dark
But they are unaware
Of the big shark
Ready to swallow them
The hide beneath is muddy
And rotten
Which is ready to bury
With its mouth glutton
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