I could live in the underworld
beneath the sound of human pain
below all the turmoil
the cave covered mud
scratches my war torn back
thick with black
it is here where I speak to you
underneath the deep blue ocean
in one divine swept motion
we ebb and flow
as the weight of the universe
sits heavy upon our heads
empty and dead
I feed off of you
you fill my lungs once more
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