31 lines
400 B
Markdown
31 lines
400 B
Markdown
I curse ye!
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below the waves
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below the sea
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thrust down deep
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under the trident's tines three
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crushed
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cracked and
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cleaned
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by crustaceans
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cetecea
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with light ever weak
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an end never near
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in black ink of night
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year upon year
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grasped tight by lines
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and wracked by defeat
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with no final rest
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and no maker to meet
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so I curse you!
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to the bottom
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to drown endlessly
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to be forgotten
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forever
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a part of the sea
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