Rising Water (Theme – Rising Water)
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Murky green water rising, inch by inch, hour by hour . . .
The wait so tortuous as the water encompasses my bound head . . .
I feel it gently caress my cheeks, like a mother would her child . . .
Agonizingly I wait as I feel the water rise, towards the openings of my nose . . .
The burn as I choke and cry is like liquor poured down my raw throat . . .
As I feel my last breath leave my body, only to be replaced by sour water, I stop my struggle . . .
I accept my inevitable end and passage into the life of the dead.
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