Sailing through the summer waves
Feeling as though they are only pulling me down.
I feel myself drowning into the watery graves
Of the underwater ghost town.
A so-called "friend" is the one.
The one who has decided to surround me with this water.
He has decided that this is how I will be done,
Through this soulless aqua-slaughter.
Why he chose this for me?
I do not know.
No matter how I tried to flee,
Nothing could stop this foe.
People will forever ask for his name,
And all that will be said is:
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