The beckoning waves call,
The sand in my toes, itches,
The sun presides in air,
The surface is empty.
The sea-monster Ithak,
From the somber depths,
Calls the fish-men legion:
My urgent company.
Though a rain of spears,
Left bodies on the shore,
My voice echoes in their ears:
No more, no more, no more!
So merciless are they,
That I become their prey,
Into the waves enchained,
Named the Sea of Doubt.
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We should all kill ourselves; we still look at You. No matter how high we fly, we like to worship You, and kiss your shiny black...
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