The rocks will survive

Who dares to rock my boat?
Quietly you sip your sonel;
While me, I do my snec;
Listening to the drum beat;
It sounds so loud and clear;
Beaten from the rooftop;
It lifts my ears ever so high,
Like angry waves of the wind;
Madly fierce in a rainstorm,
Eye them while they rage on;
Did the message scratch ear?
Let it out that I might hear.
The times are more than scary,
Only the rocks will survive.
The rocks alone do massacre;
As the leaf turns to new page.

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