Practically striving for live,
Incidentally rushing to die,
poor things for filling the bellies of sea fishes,
no mercy, no kindness, and no heartbreak.
Catch the fishes and end in fishes.
You see the dark blue waves
foaming up at the bow.
The boads had tried to skim the white head.
All mortal men were frighting for survival.
Cruel fates were raged by the comming waves,
no cry, no sorrow.
and no mourning.
For all had lifted the torments destinated to suffer.
When the sun went down and the night came on,
the sea wind hit full,
swifting over every villages and tiny lodges,
to disgrace from death escaping the scared remains .
Fuji Yama ranges.
Sea thunders and surges.
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