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written by: Aaron McMillan



Ready, aim, fire,
That’s the words I think he’s saying,
Thunder fills the air,
Smoke bellows from the canon.
The iron is as hot as when it was made,
Only water lets it breath again,
What chance do we have against such odds?
Our eyes are darker than miners,
Our bodies are as broken as the hit wood,
I don’t want to go down like this,
Let’s make the next one count.
No more thunder in the air,
Only screams of the gulls,
I think it’s the gulls, I can’t tell.
No longer can I stand, no longer can I think,
We are going down to our graves,
We are about to sink, the waters are shallow,
We may have a chance.
Sounds of an earthquake hitting our hull,
Looking up at the nest, I see it’s empty,
He must have been taken, we are all doomed,
This voyage was forsaken.

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