Beneath Surface by Immer
Immobile of time narrow space
Silence wich kill spirit
Dark is predatory what silent predator
Poredator wait for sacrifice in hide
Eyelids are shake and are wide open
Vibrate�s eyes see only dark
The other senses search to environs
And all perceive only indefinite matter
Confused�s think feeling slowly
She begin understand, what�s the happen
Live body turn raund in grave
And besaid worms waitining to their portion
Beneath surface
Crys of despair soften clay
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