| The Sea Ever changing, ever moving, Waters under the pull of a distant body. Ever calming, ever soothing, Maurarders of ever distant booty. Try to tame lust for gold and nature, Explore the Pirate in yourself and try to win. The lust for treasure wans, what remains is rapture. At six or seven fathoms you realize your sins. A noble ship you believe you sail, How you conduct your business tells the tail. Treat honestly with all you trade, and of the evil of the heart never be afraid. Ever changing, ever moving, Waters under the pull of a distant body. Ever calming, ever soothing, Maurarders of ever distant booty. Too tired tonight to expand on this. The morning sun always has first rights. So to my bed I go... To give my pillow a watery kiss. Before I find a waterfront bar and end a few fights. Slow rlm '07 (just wrote it here and now... needs work... but I shared... naked to the storm) | 
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