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Below the what seems to be the calm gentle waves lie many divers still and stiff dead bodies in what appears to be in diving suits torn to pieces by the deep blue death's accomplices which tore at the suit drowning the poor divers eventually a curse brought them back from the grave the suits filled with water, their skin aqua blue....If you heard these brave souls whilst alive you may of heard a song they used to sing it went like this: Staring out at the sea
Ito s depth and mystery beckon me
The diving regulator as my key
I wonder how my time below will be
Wading in up to my neck
Can laboured breathing already be?
I hope my body I wono t wreck
For I quickly feel like going pee
Greater depths I proceed to gain
And with it I feel the water o squeezeo
o To avoid the eardrum rupture pain
Pinch your nose and breathe out
pleaseo
Traveling down more and more
I feel like I can soar
Search for pirateso hidden lore
In the depths of the eartho s core
Offering my mouthpiece to the critters
Io m experiencing o raptures of the deepo
No more feelings, no more jitters
I am being lulled into a sleep
Arise, arise! I must awake!
My air supply is running low
o Dono t gad about! Dono t take a break!o
For time now is my foe
Racing up is my pleasure
Rather than ascent at leisure
Oh no! too fast is the drop in pressure!
My rate of rise I did not measure!
Going up is not pleasant
My diving tables I failed to consult
My choice to dive I start to resent
For nitrogen bubbles are the result
On ascent I forget to blow
The volume in me starts to grow
Next time, up nice and slow
This lesson, now I know
Flatulance, dyspnea, cough, and chest
pain
Recompression may be too late
I pray no air embolism be in the brain
Or the ocean floor may be my fate
Ito s depth and mystery beckon me
The diving regulator as my key
I wonder how my time below will be
Wading in up to my neck
Can laboured breathing already be?
I hope my body I wono t wreck
For I quickly feel like going pee
Greater depths I proceed to gain
And with it I feel the water o squeezeo
o To avoid the eardrum rupture pain
Pinch your nose and breathe out
pleaseo
Traveling down more and more
I feel like I can soar
Search for pirateso hidden lore
In the depths of the eartho s core
Offering my mouthpiece to the critters
Io m experiencing o raptures of the deepo
No more feelings, no more jitters
I am being lulled into a sleep
Arise, arise! I must awake!
My air supply is running low
o Dono t gad about! Dono t take a break!o
For time now is my foe
Racing up is my pleasure
Rather than ascent at leisure
Oh no! too fast is the drop in pressure!
My rate of rise I did not measure!
Going up is not pleasant
My diving tables I failed to consult
My choice to dive I start to resent
For nitrogen bubbles are the result
On ascent I forget to blow
The volume in me starts to grow
Next time, up nice and slow
This lesson, now I know
Flatulance, dyspnea, cough, and chest
pain
Recompression may be too late
I pray no air embolism be in the brain
Or the ocean floor may be my fate
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