Beneath the starry sky,
Here she lies,
The land chained
By spittle of the raging sea.
Like a slave, crestfallen,
For escape is just a dream,
Imprisoned in the impending doom.
A patient wait,
For the day,
Her waist will be grabbed,
And his thirst will be quenched.
The day,
He will take her in,
With a single guzzle,
Without stopping to breathe.
The day,
She will hide in oblivion
And sleep forever.
~Nila Lenin
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