Navy Hell

The beating sun,

Shines down upon the surf.

As it pounds against,

The beaten turf.

The water crashes downward,

Downward, downward.

Forever falling,

Upon it's own accord.

The navy hell comes,

Ever closer.

Singing a tune,

By a great composer.

Now everyone is gone,

Down deep in its wells.

Unable to hear,

To hear all the yells.

The yells from above,

Calling them.

But they have been,

Forever condemned.

By the navy hell,

That once hurt.

The navy hell,

That sunk into the dirt.