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With my final breath of air I whispered final prayers

The bathysphere shut beneath the moon's icy glare

I tapped into madness, where my wicked demons lie

As the Atlantic Ocean water devoured the starry sky

Infinite and persistent, the pressure bore down

Where sunlight cannot reach and there is no sound

My past did haunt me as I was lost to the depths below

I spied the distant spark of an intense green glow

Grow did the spark, inescapable was my wretched fate

Four thousand fathoms beneath the sea, was a vibrant cityscape

What I learned when I arrived was that I was the building's to capture

Just another wretched soul who was lost to the city of Rapture

I've killed ten evil men in a most violent collision

Then took in the scene of Andrew Ryan's failed vision

Decrepit and in shambles, this great city was in ruin

I quickly took shelter when the whistling whirlybirds flew in

Enemies fled from flying guns with all their beating heart

Only for a hale of flaming bullets to rip them apart

Past residents of Rapture, now soldiers in civil war

Once ladies and gentlemen, now ghouls with a coal core

This war bore clans with strength and pride of the lion

From the rebel called Atlas and the founder, Andrew Ryan

With fire and bullets, plenty of lightning, but no pity

Spliced up ADAM addicts waged combat for the broke down city

I stumbled upon a corpse, a woman with earrings of pearls

When I was shaken by heavy footsteps and the voice of a young girl

A Big Daddy, it was and by his side, a Little Sister

They approached the dead victim, skin riddle with blisters

The girl of about six, kept her tangled hair in ties

With a filthy red dress, pale skin, and glowing eyes

Her guardian; a heavy hunk of deadly hazards and might

With armor like a tank and a deadly, prejudice sight

The Protector, I knew, to the shadows and away

I'll spare this pare so we can live another day

Deadness around me a shining billboard caught my sight

Upon a platinum plaque a portrait of Raptures best and most bright

The founder of the city took the center of the stage

With five of his colleagues to bring in the new age

The wonder, Dr. Tenenbaum and the studious Dr. Suchong

Experimented for their gains, be it right or very wrong

Cohen, the artist who's respected names graced plays

Would apparently vanish on splicing binges for days

Sofia Lamb, it would seem was one of a kind

A blond, heartless siren who would rearrange your mind

Just like she did to Gilbert, the final face on that plaque

She wrecked his heart like that plane Ryan's kid hijacked

In silence I sit to record these morbid thoughts

For I may die tonight, to death my soul is wrought

If I do not die by bot, or by hook or by drill

I might take my life, and myself pay the Reaper's bill

Now at this moment, I closed my restless eyes

As my mind transcends realms using hallucinogenic lies

I didn't mind these lies, it's the truth that I despise

ADAM does make you stronger, but everything here still dies

Goodnight Rapture, mausoleum beneath the sea

Gods, take my soul if my life is taken from me

My mind was finally gone and my sight, finally dark

 When the splicers waiting to ambush me began to tear me apart