Grab me, stun me, take a hold of my last breath.
Nauseated, saturated, venom pulsing through my chest.
Slither, swim, take me to the grim.
Panic, havoc, if only I could outlast it.
Poke.
Bleed.
Won't you help me?
Collapse.
Die.
Be wary of the sea.
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very good
Thank you
This could be an analogy for the dangers on dry land as well!
That makes me see it as the sea is a sea of people and everything kinda makes it seem like your talking about liars lol
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