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Sinking down into the Atlantic’s depths,
I watch dark bodies drown.
Wails transform into bubbles,
Salty water suffocating lungs.
Seawater or tears, it could be
either one.
These tossed bodies are mine to
claim.
My subjects, my people, the
discarded.
They can not survive within the
ocean,
Thus they are to drown.
Here they are thrown over a
ship’s side.
Since no one wants them, they’ll
be mine,
