To the End
May 4, 2013
Upon this stormy sea I sail,
Upon the waves I ride.
Beware, beware the siren's wail,
Beware the coming tide.
Your pain it will tenfold increase,
Your joy no more benign.
The tick and tock of time may cease,
The day and night resign.
Ride on through waters, wind, and fire,
Ride each wave to the sky.
Do not fall prey to devil's lyre,
Do not lie down and die.
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