Secret Ink

Under the ocean, the glistening waves, under the world caught up with greed. Under the world of mindless slaves, apart from that of fuel we feed.

Here lie the diamonds, the worlds’ forgotten treasure. These creatures of the ocean who hunt to survive. Here exists not demand for pleasure, but rather true affection; affection so evident and clearly alive.

They remember what we have forgotten: how to care, how to live, and how to be free. We claim ourselves the most intelligent breed, but we’re nothing more than walking irony.

We sell time to buy money and sweat for breaks,
to raise these children who will eventually do the same.
We try to be real but are guided by fakes, and end up losing at this simple life game.

If we would plunge under and away from the sin above, we might remember how it feels to love.

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