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The sea with it’s stories, has power over me,
In waves it has pure terror, it breeds within
Helplessness, horror, far as the horizon I can see
Magnetic, as it pulls me,onwards in unholy sin

That wind, flapping sails, as it once beat about
With stories of shipwrecked sailors surrounded
By water, water, as they tried to but shout
Briny bubbles riding to the surface,as they floundered

And flashes of thunder, hundred foot waves
Salty, and moldy, just mildly insane
That pirate, who in a tugboat, bravely braves
With a peg-leg, and a parrot, and cackle in vain

The sea, with it’s stories, wild and untamed
On a seashore, it deposits, like seashells, its treasure
Of a thousand shipwrecks, and doubloons unclaimed
The sea with it’s stories, has power over me, without measure