Splintered wood upon the mast
With shame like waves on oceans vast
The wind calls out to be heard
Truth or lies? They have been blurred
A horrid sound… a putrid taste
The wine that touched the lips was laced
Leave it to an unnamed name
Fingers pointed to the one to blame
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 5:54 PM UTC
Splintered wood upon the mast
With shame like waves on oceans vast
The wind calls out to be heard
Truth or lies? They have been blurred
A horrid sound… a putrid taste
The wine that touched the lips was laced
Leave it to an unnamed name
Fingers pointed to the one to blame
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