The land was created
in the name of the chosen
and the waves thrown
for men to see
the one who made men
to be
prevailed from the source
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The waves of fury
prevailed from the source
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were mine to be
ordered to destroy and bury
no remorse!
The destiny of the wave
was not to be found
nor was i travelling
the deadly sea alone
the sun never rose
and my rose
was not to be
For what purpose
i gave my return
is stil standing alone
and as the raven dropped
a feather on me
i was again to be
the chosen one...