The Signifigance of Living Corosion
Death. A bright beacon in a sea storm
Endowing warnings of rocky shores.
"All hands on deck!" vessel now prepared;
The time-driven waves directing it
Homeward, no matter the ships technique.
"...I can feel my insides rotting..."
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