Becoming One with God in time;
Slowly swimming up the river stream;
the power of Creation driving me
to follow this program of divinity;
I cannot be denied what's already within;
But only the strongest survive this upstream swim;
From fresh water to sea and back again;
The life cycles the same for every one;
Yet each of us must make it on our own.
And when I reach my natal riverbed;
I'll joyfully mate my lover and it'll be said;
that many died and never made it to find
their God within the hard scales outside;
birthing this transformation, and then I'll die.
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