Master of masters spitting the gems,
shining across the oceans seven
never did the waves rethrust
the lustrous gift of heaven.
Players on the shore excavate the sands,
frightened by the fathoms of its ally..
there dawns the darkness,
ignorance covets merrily..
Fighters trouncing the fear
stalk the disparate waves..
Washed with disdain with a curve on the lips,
swivel for the gleaming treasures..
as the change changes, the lids of mind close,
the oceans roar, elevating the horizon..
As the water dazzles, envies the sun,
Poor encaved people! cursing their disdain..
players and fighters, composite of you,
smother the players , let the light brighten,
Never will the time beget your soul,
and your mind will become a gem!!
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