The Ship
Hoist the sails
All you who fear
Fear for death
However, its life that’s near
Pick up the pace
Hold the line towards the rear
As waves clash against our ship
Our purpose is not yet clear
Down from the heavens a gilded light speaks
However, from below a dark screech is all we hear
Row the ship onward
Drink plenty of beer
Life is too short
To be living in fear
Posted Jun 5, 2022, 10:00 PM UTC · edited
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