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Its becoming hypoxic

And I am yearning to flap my wings

This marsh is settling me depper into toxic

And every effort at redemption stings

How often can you destroy your own happiness so thoroughly

Threw it to vultures for decomposing your sins

And here I go deeper where Mangroves sing

Its become anoxic

And I stopped flapping my wings