I stand firm
Until I find someone
else to take over my term
Holding up the weight
of the world
Above the abyss with
my arms curled
A constant evil
trying to penetrate
Getting low so that a
wave will not excavate
The life that has
been created
A new protector has
been awaited
A protector doesn’t
need perfection
Just has to have a
unique affection
For the good and bad
souls
Otherwise there will
be holes
And thousands of
pounds will fall down
Everything will drown
Under the relentless
waves
Will lay billions of
graves
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