To all those who shall live with the seas,
Preserve my message
until the end ends,
The sky has turned
barbarous,
It yells, it shall
outburst and then shed tears,
I fear this might be
the edge,
Edge henceforth which
shall have no sunshine.
For this sea might turn
lethal,
It might has grab all
into its appetite,
Breaking sandcastles
and devouring the dreary deserts,
I fear it might even
digest away the mighty flare,
Grabbing in itself
might stories and legends.
Maybe humanity, it ought
to turn freakish, as always,
It might blame the sea
for its mistakes.
Amidst all, stories of
legends and truths of today,
Might turn into the
lost pages of history.
Thus I scribe all this,
seal it in a glass bottle,
Oh mighty sea, upon you
I throw the message,
Carry them on to the
generations yet to arrive.
Ask them to be a little
generous,
Change is inevitable,
yet they can save the Earth..
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