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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required down deck, down deck, on and on- such an awesome ship it had been- 100,000 tons, or more, I guess- that it will sink seems such a sin- this mighty ship afloat- not much longer, I did know... and even with her cold steel strength down she would soon surely go, to the sea she was nothing... like a little twig, no task for her to snap.... the sea can always laugh at man- when he falls into her deadly trap despair kicked in, and sure enough- despair was well deserved- 'cause death was facing me that night- death that I had truely earned- my soul was going down, way down forever to be rightfully burned- yes, it was foolish enough- to challenge the sea- and madness to kill the men- now my poor luck to be the only one- that's left- to face a gruesome end I leaned against a cold engine room wall in the deepest bowls of the ship- I was consigned to what was approaching- I waited for my end to come- hoping, asking God, only it be quick... my concern wrapped around me, very, very thick... the water's cascading now, my friend- it's going down so fast! eyes turned up in search of God- I knew my fate was cast... my Lord, I hope you accept this fool- however, I'm dying slow- the sea, it hurts my lungs so bad- and the pressure is just so- I'm dying, Lord, I'm dying! Oh, sh_t, I'm goin' down- Dear Lord above, around, beneath me- please accept me as I am- a fool, a repented sinner. a victim and a murderer too- I'm sure you can take me- please show me that this is true- my bones are now at rest- in this lonely, sunken tomb of steel whitened, weathered, beaten- hopefully someday may to be raised- to my surprise, I find, below the seas- so many great comrades- we number in countless billions- as do those that live upon the earth and now I understand, too late, perhaps- just what a human life is worth.
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