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Godless Seas
Tossed, then to turn on these Godless Seas with no quarter given to
the faithless convened. For, drawn to this circle of the maelstrom's spin
lay all lies, so told, waiting within. And, waves with ceaseless abandon
do roar, to tear and gnash upon longing, lost shores. Though, no prow has
weathered God's Lash and still stood, but this seasoned stachion so beaten,
yet could. Though, all shall bow eventually, even the wearied dismayed...
for, no matter its build, nor perserverance will sway, God or the Fate of
Man's way.
the faithless convened. For, drawn to this circle of the maelstrom's spin
lay all lies, so told, waiting within. And, waves with ceaseless abandon
do roar, to tear and gnash upon longing, lost shores. Though, no prow has
weathered God's Lash and still stood, but this seasoned stachion so beaten,
yet could. Though, all shall bow eventually, even the wearied dismayed...
for, no matter its build, nor perserverance will sway, God or the Fate of
Man's way.
Published 25th Jul 2019
Author's Note
Just another little stream of consciousness ditty.
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