The ocean front littered with decaying boardwalksOverrun by corporate plastic satisfaction
Temporary relief from the hunger that plagues
What has become of the simple and pristine?
We lie in wait for a day to break over the waves
When the sea birds soar once again
Rather than pick at the bones of lovers intertwined
We look to the day when the waves no longer break beneath our feet
When the sands, littered with broken souls and lifeless hearts
Turn to gold under the feet of Divinity
In these coastal towns there will be revival
Spreading among the masses of the degenerate
We hope for the day when love becomes eternal
When pain burns away into blissful nothing
Like the ocean fog under the glorious light of day
We lie in wait, for the day when we shall live
These villages, sunken in the sea, shall once again live
Shining with the glow of souls, made new by blessed death
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