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The Ancestor by Darlingside
Go on bury me, under stone or under sea, Silent pictures
keep the fishes company, There is little else for me now.
The Speakers is struggling mentally, or is at the end of
his or her life.
Fishes are alone; the speakers is vacant, emotionally
or literally.
Speaker appears to be fished with their journey.
The darkness they are dealing with, as well as the
thought of being buried, induces feelings of sadness
and isolation.
But I will find my way, out of the dark someday, into a
crimson yellow sun,
We begin to hear the speaker backpedal and
realize that things will get better.
Alternatively, it could mean that they will find
their way into an immortal esence of their being
after passing away.
The imagery of a crimson yellow sun brings
thought of hope and happiness.
Science fictional,
When the morning comes we will,
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