Ships tend to come in spades

When knocking on devils door.

Silence rips an atmosphere

When she begs for sudden war.

A candle burns a rope in half

To your sudden and urgent dismay.

We beg for mercy from our captors

But they’ve all just come here to play.

One mark upon a letter

Makes the paper mean truth.

Opened slowly, with diligence

We hoped he was no sleuth.

Tears reign down from heaven

Upon the land we seethe.

When I screamed about the encumbrance

He whispered to me “just breathe.”

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