What has parted our waves of but an ocean of souls?
Come one, come all.
Black flag in a white sky.
Redeemed a threat to a ghostly image.
Graciously this way comes, an open road of failure.
To struggle beyond measure but to increase the horrors.
We are visioned but not lost.
We are choking in the undertow.
To breathe in an earthly vessel.
We float higher than any sun.
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