sewerperson - CHAPTER3_FEED THE LAKE

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  • Опубліковано 18 лис 2024
  • Produced by YUNNY GOLDZ
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    there is no such thing as a safe zone here, only a well disguised one. 5 days into my adventures I'd stumbled upon a charmingly quant fishing town located off stream of Corahb’eiy, one of 4 main lake bodies of the western otherlands. As harmless as the local folk and fauna may be, they ultimately serve as perfect distraction to the true danger of this maritime hamlet. The lake itself.
    His paddle board Is petrified
    Trapped within the sand belt of Corahb’eiy
    This fishing town Lost 20 lives
    The waters lap and muffle out their mothers cries
    The scum is pushed to away
    As the rescues left the bay in search
    Of some young bedevilled face
    The verdicts never change I fear
    Its nothing u had caused
    The scars The same
    In turn His fate
    Is changed damned
    To forever dwell in the lake
    His kin Is shamed
    By you And me
    The weakest die in breaking walls we had raised to remain
    His paddle board Is petrified
    Trapped within the sand belt of Corahb’eiy
    This fishing town Lost 20 lives
    The waters lap and muffle out their mothers cries
    And at certain points Its suicide
    To press the envelope u know has anthrax inside
    With could’ve dones U never win
    When every fucking day is spent relearning them
    I lost another animal last night
    Treading water in that creek
    Swept away into its bite
    And I wonder if ill ever see it die
    Ill keep waving off this wind
    Ill keep beating back its brine
    I
    At lakeside Ill keep one eye on this shore
    Ill keep one eye on our land
    While I venture in its depths, I
    Must say I never learned to hold my breath
    But ive learned to hold my own
    And ill fight until I hold its head
    His paddle board Is petrified
    Trapped within the sand belt of Corahb’eiy
    This fishing town Lost 20 lives
    The waters lap and muffle out their mothers cries
    And at certain points Its suicide
    To press the envelope u know has anthrax inside
    With could’ve dones U never win
    When every fucking day is spent relearning them

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