I was as trusting
As any creature with claws
As vulnerable as any
Crustacean with a hard shell
When my expansive sea
Became a tank
I could not say, it was agreeable
With pretty plants, sustenance
Then the shock of blind metal
No room to turn or breathe
Rough hands, harsh voices
The hiss of flame beneath
Seared by scarlet degrees
My last thoughts of the open sea
Fathoms of oblivion
Mercy's blessed darkness
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