Revenge of the ocean. 

​I have heard oceans roar. It makes me wonder how majestic their suffering must be to stretch on for miles and still echo through every shore. I have seen the yellow fish cry. His fractured gills and paralysed soul bleeds blue. He wails for help and the ocean roars. I have seen sharks chase little fishes. The underwater monarchy is a raw race for survival. The ocean bellows with the sorrow of a million souls and all we do is sit by its shore and watch. Ignoring her pleas for help, we watch. 

No wonder then, that once every while, the waters gather up their woeful pride, crack open their eyes, crash upon the shore, and over our unheeding, unhelpful eyes, ruthlessly destroy everything we hold near, everything we hold dear.

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