Angry waves stirring up the seas
Ships as boats tossed such as these
The Sea Gods establishing their wrath
The boats have very little time to escape in a raft
The seas in all their fury
A boatmen’s watery grave as a bury
The darken moon only knew
The overcast skies in what would be a slew
A lonely lighthouse turning with every mount
The spotlight being signalized with every count
Boat maneuvering through raging waters
A circular affect being like quarters
The raging storm nothing more than a storm
It’s mainly a message in who controls being the norm.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
Angry waves stirring up the seas
Ships as boats tossed such as these
The Sea Gods establishing their wrath
The boats have very little time to escape in a raft
The seas in all their fury
A boatmen’s watery grave as a bury
The darken moon only knew
The overcast skies in what would be a slew
A lonely lighthouse turning with every mount
The spotlight being signalized with every count
Boat maneuvering through raging waters
A circular affect being like quarters
The raging storm nothing more than a storm
It’s mainly a message in who controls being the norm.
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