Death Or Prevalence of a Crab
Tormented and tired I pick myself up to face another day.
Will it be blessed by the ever so powerful Lord?
Or will it be washed away like sand with the receding tide?
My life is twisted, with many paths leading me into greater sorrow.
Will this life I lead consume me?
Or will I survive another chance to see tomorrow?
What will become of this prestige-seeking crab who bares a soul of survival?
Will she prevail in the vast ocean waters?
Or will she die slamming against the cliffs upon a crashing wave?
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