Tis of Thee
Perched upon his Mast
A Lions Roar perfused his Sails
Bearing down his paw on the waters current
Ferociously solid is this Leopards Hull
Traveling Our Seven Seas
Letting the Dragon route the course
Tossed to and fro by the waves
Carried about by every wind of doctrine
Only to be pierced with a sword......
Spared..
Healed....
Perception of the Lord...has been..... Lost At Sea.....
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