With fire, I burn,
With love, I yearn.
With air, I breathe,
With lies, I weave.
The fear, I spread,
The bodies, lay dead.
The ocean, it calls,
The trust, it falls.
It makes me obey,
It's the reason I stay.
It takes the life out of me,
It's why I can't see.
I try to fight,
I feel something on my throat getting tight.
I realize now it's too late,
I must accept my fate.
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