On a ship we sailed
Sailed we from a distant shore
In search of Glory, we explored
“But,” now some ask, “to what avail?”
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Chartered were we by our King
“Go forth! Make haste!”
“Win this glorious race!”
Upon our embark we did laugh and sing
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But as we rode
The sea grew rough and cold
Where was this Glory of which we were told?
Our vigor waned, and began to corrode
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With no end in sight
Who was to blame?
The other, each tried to frame
Until every man was blinded by fright
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Mutiny took its course
The death toll rose
It was the captains the crew did oppose
Their power was stripped from them by force
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A new leader the crew did name
One of their own they crowned
In hopes that from him, Glory would abound
But like the captains of the past, he was the same
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In this way, conflict was repeated
Time and time again, war was declared
But for what was ahead of us, we were not prepared
Had we known our demise was near, from our hateful path we/ would have retreated
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Too set in our destructive ways, we did not see
That the very edge of the world we were fast approaching
In Death’s domain we were encroaching
But still fighting we were, till it was too late to flee
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Over the edge we fell
Not realizing our error
We screamed and wailed in terror
For our lack of faith, we plummeted into the mouth of Hell!
9.2.09
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