Sail Station

Who did sail for her,
Along a middle sea?
Ruin caused to tyranny.
by forced espionage.
Compass, show us
to water,
by sister stars formation.
The West Indies insides
bled with manifest
The skip of his feet,
made the rhythm beat.
It made her skin bubble her.
For happiness is no virtue.
The hierarchy stayed to be,
And her will contained
All his ash and bone.
The germanic tribes forced Lord,
But he found to be stripped of
Answered words.
Treason in the name of whom?
To pray for spring and flowers,
seems unlikely when money
bags itself in a happie pipe.
in hand of those who choose lungs full of concrete.

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