As the tides crash the shore,
I search for a oyster of the pure.
but as I search,
Others interfere and corrupt the pure oysters i find.
My anger grows as each oyster is lost,
My pain increases with ever interference.
Using the anger to fuel the flow,
I use the pain to take hold.
As others die down as my flood rushes around,
I yearn for my pure oyster,
Only to have it snatched by the tide.
-R
Wolfe the Infamous One Community Member 
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