The Seas
The waters disturbed and panicking
Let out screams of war
As they watch boisterous waves clash over them
In the light of night.
The blaring of the horn of ship
At sea in midnight
Lay company to the cries of dying men
Without sails to sail
The war between water and ship
A hopeless happening
As wood begins to split
Like the flesh of the Saviour
No hope for salvation
As little big beasts wait patiently for a feast
With forks and knives all set
To put an end to these hopeless few
A light pierces through the shadows of darkness
Bringing with it good tidings
But only one is saved
While others fall to their doom.
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