The Black Sea

Come here my child
The Apple of my eyes
Come closer to mommy
See the blue sea
Your father is dead
Come here boy
The Atlantic is all that before and after us

Ativan … Ativan , the nectar of Hades
Filled the child, the son
But not the holy spirit
The child was the son of man
A man no longer breathes

Both perished
The muses of Atlantica
Bought them to shore
One lonely moonlit summer night

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