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What did I do wrong? Am I really that bad? I want to be better…
I want to be more for the girl I gave my love… How can I let her
See just some of my appreciation for her? I made a poem no better than shit,
For I seen it was a mistake to haste it through. In my truth it
Wasn’t a haste, but just a cutoff; I left loose ends.

My love washes on her shores, her beaches still white
From God’s innocence. To take from her isn’t right
When she refuses more than is in her sights.

I love you so, do you understand? I can’t show
What is invisible, but expression is what I know,
So I use it for you, but you don’t understand.

My blood so red amongst my waves,
I gave my life for her sharp staves.
Her sand is like the sun; it burns and dries my blood-soaked waves upon her banks,
Where those parts of me are left in empty flanks.

My army now, I will push through.
You won’t stand against this; I believe is true,
When I come to you to present my love.
We will war. Why yes, we can be with each other even from above,
When we kill each other in this fight for love.

The sea receives me in pieces, I can’t collect myself,
Because I am torn all over the great ocean for that which itself
Engulfs me. Alas! She is this ocean as well as those beaches!
She burns me in fire and drowns me in water. I am subject to her ultimate will.
Can I not fight back, and save myself from death? I don’t want to die before
I show her what it means to love. It is this fight, I am so sore…

I fight you, to show you bigger things. My army will win when your walls drop.
You will see how I do it so easily. Why yes, you can learn especially from defeat, because I will be atop.
Surrender now, I can spare you. Open your walls and let the world in.
It won’t be so bad having me in, and having a change, so long it’s been.

Let this ocean cure my aches and pains. Let these beaches receive my body to rest.
Upon the lap of the beaches, and into the heart of the ocean will I be found, lest
I am dead before I make my struggle out. I write my will with what is left.
I drift slowly towards whichever receives me, never finding rest until I’m set.

My army has drowned in you, but the undead fights harder.
Your soft white sands do not affect my fighting soul. En garde!

Description
What did I do wrong? Am I really that bad? I want to be better…
I want to be more for the girl I gave my love… How can I let her
See just some of my appreciation for her? I made a poem no better than shit,
For I seen it was a mistake to haste it through. In my truth it
Wasn’t a haste, but just a cutoff; I left loose ends.

My love washes on her shores, her beaches still white
From God’s innocence. To take from her isn’t right
When she refuses more than is in her sights.

I love you so, do you understand? I can’t show
What is invisible, but expression is what I know,
So I use it for you, but you don’t understand.

My blood so red amongst my waves,
I gave my life for her sharp staves.
Her sand is like the sun; it burns and dries my blood-soaked waves upon her banks,
Where those parts of me are left in empty flanks.

My army now, I will push through.
You won’t stand against this; I believe is true,
When I come to you to present my love.
We will war. Why yes, we can be with each other even from above,
When we kill each other in this fight for love.

The sea receives me in pieces, I can’t collect myself,
Because I am torn all over the great ocean for that which itself
Engulfs me. Alas! She is this ocean as well as those beaches!
She burns me in fire and drowns me in water. I am subject to her ultimate will.
Can I not fight back, and save myself from death? I don’t want to die before
I show her what it means to love. It is this fight, I am so sore…

I fight you, to show you bigger things. My army will win when your walls drop.
You will see how I do it so easily. Why yes, you can learn especially from defeat, because I will be atop.
Surrender now, I can spare you. Open your walls and let the world in.
It won’t be so bad having me in, and having a change, so long it’s been.

Let this ocean cure my aches and pains. Let these beaches receive my body to rest.
Upon the lap of the beaches, and into the heart of the ocean will I be found, lest
I am dead before I make my struggle out. I write my will with what is left.
I drift slowly towards whichever receives me, never finding rest until I’m set.

My army has drowned in you, but the undead fights harder.
Your soft white sands do not affect my fighting soul. En garde!