Into The Transformation from Life to Death
We be hurled helpless as from a height
Into valleys so dep, so dark, so black,
Thus overpowered we resist but little
And ruthless the Transformation goes
In to the seas of green
Buffeted with ocean waves an face of green
Waters heaving horribly
With sounds
Of monsters large ad clawed
A water Golgotha appears shrieking
We have to render our accounts to it
Yet despite the Transformation
We colours change, be partitioned
And yet the Unit remains in Conservation
Despite the clawing trammels
Of Transformation to Transformation.
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