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like a drunken crew on a sinking ship we are ill fated and at fault trampling our brethren in a self induced stupor of selfishness panicked and narcissistic plump faces stricken with terror regrets bite like the sting of salt in wounds foretold, mocked and ignored never has a punishment been so deserved as the waves lap at your feet and your breath turns to gasps a million 'I told you so`s' will weigh upon your shoulders as the spite drips from my tongue I will curse your very existence and as the water fills my lungs I shall reflect on all a civilisation founded on dead consciences and hearts to match the anger seeps from me into the black sadness consumes as I try to forget and I will drift beneath the darkness finally accepting the fate you have decided for us all and mother earth will lay her head down for the last time exhausted and defeated this is the end From Letras Mania