Pirated by Heart

Mon, 03/13/2017 - 23:25 -- O.H.S

In war, hope for smoke
Should iron kill her king
Leaving land forgotten
And possibly
You
His knotted cloth above the sea
Blowing bizarre
Burning blood white
For it to not come across
The deep ore which filled her bosom
Underneath the homes
Pink play
Fear we legendary maelstrom
Confused of the hate
Their matured produced against us
For ye elders saw an injured ship in the midnight
A broken heart like any other
Just seen
And laughed
This hate
(Reproduced
To match sand grains)
Plays across mY face
Bloodies his hand
Her teeth
To pierce a golden piece
Too big
Where your queen's skull were
To hear it coming

In the mist of the fallen stars
In the midst
Of where your God had dropped you
And left you to cry
And die
To be ripped from eyes
At our hands

We laugh

We won

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