Oh, rather than swimming in the world's foul lake,
I would swim in the pristine ocean of my soul,
For he who swims in the world's foul waters,
Sinks in noisome depths with no hope to come to...
...the surface,
But he who swims in the pristine ocean of soul,
May only make it to float to the garden of eternity
Mykoul
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