Faultless lines of an abject realm
Compose, ignite and overwhelm
My soul coarsely brined at the helm,
Where devils dance and I am free.
If I am to lie at shallow breath,
Sharper still to a dull smoke of meth,
Forsake, adjourn my rage and my death
Where heaven's halt by false decree.
I know an ocean's rage is a fire so rare
That these dreams stifle me only a prayer
An empty trespass of the ocean still flares
This realm: a door, my mind: a key.
There is no such soul as the sea
Where devils dance and I am free
And heaven's halt by false decree
This realm: a door, my mind: a key
And the ocean's rage as I flee-
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