Today's mood is fucking stressed. I dunno, go listen to nature sounds for ten minutes or something.
(For) my lungs were never meant for the sweet air
But rather gates of unrelenting steel
Pumping life through my body wrapped in fair
bright armor, a cold, but noble ordeal.
(Watch) My body cut a path through featureless
Fluid. Powerful tail, sensitive spine
Seems silly on the dirty earth. Useless
For terrestrial life. For fish it's fine.
(For) When I am broken, none can see me cry
Under the water, flowing from my eyes.
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