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At the tides of infortune.

At the tides of infortune you stand tall looking your construction. With rugged hands sliding over your crafts, feeling your life, gripping from the tide. Mightiest! Destroyer of nations; And yet, you stand tall. Not forever adrift on the stormy seas! You will prevail at all means, departed from the rudderless you will fight ruthless. At the times of infortune, you stand tall! But when the sun shines You will stand above!
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Written by
miguel-angel-omana-jr
Mexican
Published
Oct 18, 2011
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