The
water is murky
The
darkness can't see a thing
Everything
seems behind close doors
Nothing
will be heard or seen
The
fishes glide in the dark
Nobody
can see from a far
Everything
seems normal
But
the under current pulls
A
certain time the splashes
The
murky water rising high
The
fishes will jump up
Before
diving back in
The
fishermen will watch
Rowing
boats to the catch
But
the murky water of doom
The
under current pulls
One
wrong move
The
flow into dark water
It
is better to stay on the truth
It
will deliver the freedom of life
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