"You can't hold the torrent,
Of salty water,
Captive.

You can't keep it all,
Locked up,
Inside.

You can't stop the hidden,
Tides from,
Rising.

So let go,
Just cry."

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You are weak and snivelling
A child just past its cradling
Cry all you wish
And I bet it won't change ****.

But I hear that voice
Never before disturbed
Asking for consideration
From gods never heard.

If I were a god
I'd be embarrassed
To have neglected such sweetness
If I were a god
I'd lie with the mud-crushed cretins.

But I am no god
And I cry
At all the lost chances
At all the children's lies.