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Fights are between
Ships and Oceans
God contemplates the death of fish
And time goes up
From the earth
Toward space
Lineally
The numbers were blood
Crime for future is sometimes blocked
By a tempest
Fishing machines wanna melt into the air
Into a huge and blind eyeball
Their bodies do not understand
The bodies do not understand
On the hook
On the board
They are labeled
ADHD
PTSD
Mentally retarded
Handicapped
They do not have to care
When deprived of breath
Deprived of the rights to live
Of their places
On the hook
On the board
Only try to save
What is behind yourself
It cannot be named
It cannot be illuminated
When you have access to its shape
Know that you're asleep
So stay and burn without fleeing
Your image
The ubiquitous crime for future is sometimes blocked
By a tempest
By a tempest
