• Swoosh, swash, swish
    go the waves,
    forever grasping to regain theyre treasure,
    that golden sand,

    They fight the people who mold them,
    they fight the feet,
    the hands,
    the wood,
    that molds them

    fighting as they take more
    and more with them.

    Stealing forever,
    being marked as thiefs,
    being ignorant of the rules,
    the rules of the sea,
    of the animals,
    of the wild,
    of the land,
    the rules,
    that wen u take,

    u must give back,
    and so death was born.