BASTARDS, YOU

bastards, you — the one,
when glory is ill
like autumn leaf
falling
crashing
down
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V

dead like time,
years,
moments ago,
and now caught

y |     elling
o |  ut    s i d e
u | nderWorld’s door

hearts, shining ships
passing thru
harbors burning
sails n’ver wanting
ship wrecked souls
sinking
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V
down into Davy
Jones’ soul

:: 09-09-2014 ::

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