Dead In The Water

My spirit meets my body when I pick up this pen.
Does truth always win or should I go again?

The beat goes on, as I watch the man in the Union Jack sing.
I picture Nietzsche dancing and dream I am a King.

It's once again just me and you. So this poem I'll rhyme for you.

I have visions of long lost lands and all that I could miss.
So soften your heart or they will submerge like the 10 cities of Atlantis.

I know you don't mean it, but it's still manslaughter.
When your pride leaves them all dead in the water.


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