That ships sail, now forgotten, is remembered only in rust.
What stormy waters have you conquered?
What triumph have you fostered?
How many hurricane eyes have you starred into?
Forever forgotten is you legacy.
Forever forgotten is your destiny.
Your death knows not the silent depths of watery tomb,
But the slow sway of a swish swash waltz.
A dance in rust and slow decay,
A dance we all share someday.
Let us pull off our hats of to you and your skeletal remains
As your skeleton serves us as a reminder of our tick-tock days.
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 8:26 PM UTC
That ships sail, now forgotten, is remembered only in rust.
What stormy waters have you conquered?
What triumph have you fostered?
How many hurricane eyes have you starred into?
Forever forgotten is you legacy.
Forever forgotten is your destiny.
Your death knows not the silent depths of watery tomb,
But the slow sway of a swish swash waltz.
A dance in rust and slow decay,
A dance we all share someday.
Let us pull off our hats of to you and your skeletal remains
As your skeleton serves us as a reminder of our tick-tock days.
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