Nets and baits and fishing lines
Their hands death weave for fish that are naive
Their boat turns into a graveyard for swimming souls
Big ones or little it doesn't matter
Does it?
They only have one job
To sneakily capture anything that moves beneath their boat
They feed on every soul
They feed on every fin
They even feed on scales
They may seem coldblooded
They may sound like murderers
They are
But their survival matters more than yours little fish
Because this world where you've been learning to swim
Has always been ruled by fishermen who have been learning to catch
Therefore beware, little fish
Beware of the fishermen
They're always around
Thank you so much for your time!
Until my next post,
Steem on and keep smiling, people!
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