Sweet Cannibals Mine
Death! A lifeboat adrift on a sea
with sailors who are mates of mine.
Thirst and hunger we all shall be
it is hard to think of a tougher time.
As a hot sun burns so as we drift
water now would taste as wine.
With my sacrifice I hope to give,
a gift of life to leave behind.
My soul, from my body to sieve.
To my brethren, a gift of a kind
life in my blood, to quench a thirst,
strength in my meat I pray they find.
A drink of brine; so as to die first,
a meal for all - I pray they cry
and hope they feast until they burst.
This, only this we've left to try
pick your teeth with my shattered bones
hoist you a sail of my tough hide,
mumble a prayer once I am gone.
Say a wave took me over the side.
I pray a trade wind will steer ye home
and bluster my sprite to beg God Divine
exoneration for - sweet cannibals mine.
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