At the hoisted day
Stomach’s churned
In the permeating oil
Salt air and salvos
The sputtering engines
Grew to their murderous drone
Wading steadily
For the iron gates of havoc
Below their toil
Hushed words prevailed
Clamoring for the skies
Through thick plumes of black
Beyond the raging tides
The iron gates sprung forth
And Neptune’s dark overture
Swallowed, young fortitude whole
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