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As I allow myself 
one final breath 
My tempestuous thoughts 
fermented with nothingness 
Tempered like 
bloodlusted swords 
of rising sun 
Descending into the abyss 
I realized in this 
moment of insanity, 
that life has 
not yet struck , 
it,s final blow 
Waves upon waves 
invade my being, 
though what seems 
an eternity 
The moon, mother of tides 
exudes her force 
yet gentle touch 
like iron fist 
in velvet glove 
My head now floats 
above waters rough 
A storm has passed