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An ocean deep hole,
A pitiful soul,
with eyes as saddening as indigo.
Just like gems, they bristle and shine,
but without any sun or any light,
they are left to be only stone.
With primitive sights,
and with two souls in mind,
he who will get to the top,
yet will feel oh so behind.
With the guilt that has driven his path,
is too the one that feels false to he.
But after defeat,
of the demon king,
It is when he will find his peace.
but from the mark that had emerged,
his life was then cut off to turn.
for when he became to that of certain age,
he will be one with the water,
and then it will be seen,
that even after death,
the man with indigo
had then found his peace within his soul.