Aug 2019
From the Sea of Hoces
to rolling Cape Horn
the sea is vengeful
The ocean rolls and boils
at our dangerous ignorance
and our prideful arrogance
It drifts ****** icebergs here
and chops the windy waves
to assault our fragile senses
It hides monsters in it's depths
waiting beneath the surface
in our grimed gyres they wait
For us to finally choke on
our foolish mistakes of time
the cold ocean will wait
to rolling Cape Horn
the sea is vengeful
The ocean rolls and boils
at our dangerous ignorance
and our prideful arrogance
It drifts ****** icebergs here
and chops the windy waves
to assault our fragile senses
It hides monsters in it's depths
waiting beneath the surface
in our grimed gyres they wait
For us to finally choke on
our foolish mistakes of time
the cold ocean will wait
The sea is impersonal to us, the cold waves snarked their shoulder at us. The ocean will wait with immortal patience for us to perish. Humanity may have wrought tragedy upon it, but the ocean will roll and boil till we die out from it's world.
