The waves of fish
Supply her dish
An obvious wish
For sacrifice.
Come squirting through
To something new
Her holey view
Of paradise.
When two lights meet
Beneath the street
A handshake
Greeted fashion.
From daemon seed
A dying breed
No care to heed
Compassion.
From star-crossed plan
Man fighting man
Cold blood that ran
The white house.
As comets clash
And lightnings flash,
Her waters splash
The lighthouse.
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