Pulled from
black hole
Rise
Breathe
Saviors
Cursed men
Eyes
Plead
Panic gripping their minds
Horizon blurs
Cold waters are parted
Reality distorts
Death, like it rises
Breaching the surface
of memory
Built by ancient ones
Archaic form of madness, lurches forth
I can see the shore through splinters and waves
Blood mixes with water and comes down like rain
A terror of the old world here to ruin the new
I leap from the deck, this will not be my tomb
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