Collide
Part salty clouds of baited breath restores
Carve wooden drifting words of passing Kings
Swaying gently the tides, internal wars
Buoyed by ideals, anchored in quicksand rings
Sink deeper in desperate clutching arms
Winds whipping hard against binds that we tie
Navigate tidal waves, safeguard from harms
Storms weathered from truths we try to deny
Gravel fills thy boots, dragging trails in sand
Drowning inside throngs with thy sword and blood
Healing wounds caused by a deserter's hand
Spilling across the fields, a mighty flood
Gasping breath, treasonous spy, thee explore
Like rushing waves thee breach mine rocky shore
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