Leviathan (censored)

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Desperate to stay to our path
We lost our whim and will
We don't have much despite that
We'll cross the ocean still
To lose the light and sight of the last
A Brokenness's been instilled
Choosing a fate is a choice we lack
And yet we choose it still

Breaking the point not yet been reached
Is the depth that we shalt go
Just when They think our hulls been breached
We let another round go
As the volley falls down and we look up to see
Wickedness we don't yet know
And in spite of these terrible things
We still are fighting so

If hope is not from a man then it is from a beast
With the fire in his eyes and acid seeping teeth
Stones in the heart and ice in the name
A servant of the sea all the same

Broken scales and chipped horns
A lopsided crown--gold and jewels adorned
If this is hope then now you'll see
Our will is just a monster waiting to be free
It's craggy folds highlight this
Man is not A creature to be skipped
He should not be saluted for his bravery
But for his willingness to instill fear into those he wishes
For all this trouble he perseveres
And though all this shame he still is here
Man doesn't even care
As long as he grows
As long as he shows
Long as he is, and only is
The greatest

What tyranny faces such a complete king
What able hearts lose their will to sing
What power what strength
praise the Merry men
What need what greed
What hellsend
What is one word describe this species
What is one word that can describe this behavior
What is the word for someone who can cause Such anguish
What do you call one who isn't afraid to prey
And destroy
Demolish

Beings
that were once one of his own

I curse those who curse others
Those who curse should be cursed
Those who commit evil should have evil committed upon them
Those who maim
Those who torture
Those who are exalted
Those who punish the brave
The weak
The lonely
Why should I fear you?
Why should I run?
What makes me the dirt under your shoes?
Why should I bow to one who is less then I?

Why should I

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