When tides with dust flood in rising
Wherein the colors begins fading,
Whales and ships gets sunk, colliding.
Having to know all fleshes shall tear
Hearts gets engross in such a fear
Had I known; the how, when and where
Hoarse from sad cries would not appear.
Magnum of cold bloods float to lawn
Mayhem: I wish I knew your last dawn
Maybe I will know how you drown
Maybe you will, evade the flown.
But here you lie flat by the shores
Battered by heavens open doors
Bothered not if cultured or boor.