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17 Shattered skulls bobbing on an ocean of oil. The crawling skin of sailer souls ready to recoil. No more rigging 1 less oar. Beast from the deep allowed to surface once more. The crows nest falls the skies turn black. Men overboard who are never coming back. No more rigging 1 less oar. Beast from the deep returns to the seabed once more.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
Souls on the Seven seas
17 Shattered skulls bobbing on an ocean of oil. The crawling skin of sailer souls ready to recoil. No more rigging 1 less oar. Beast from the deep allowed to surface once more. The crows nest falls the skies turn black. Men overboard who are never coming back. No more rigging 1 less oar. Beast from the deep returns to the seabed once more.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
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