Ghost Ship
Frames of time fabrics of the cosmos a severed hand binded
A pleasure denied to the devil minded men
Amen a wise one said even as he said
His prayers inside a vipers nest
And the horrors we have suffered here is alike to a ghost ship
Applying its trade inside a coral reef
Bones of pirates belong where they lay
Where they fell
The king they conspired against
They threw everything beside the kitchen sink at me
And now we sing of death
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2015
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