stormy waters rush from the sea
                                blood on the cobblestones
                           we bathe in it, the wretched and wicked
              an eye for a coin, cheapest bargain made today
                            and yet the gold couldn’t save her sight

       twisted knife in a rib cage
                 we are bound by cold lashings and thunderous oaths

                       walk the deck, caress the steel
                   elbows deep in hell

                                      oh, but it only gets better from here.

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