borne
borne by thunder
vessels on sea
hit by
a
thunderbolt
ripped
asunder
wide
wide
open
eyes
red
with
pain
red
with
torture
red
with
strife
bubbles
bubbles
red
bursting
from
my
mouth
I
cwill
not
versify
I
will
not
sing
before
the
bubbles
burst
red
and
all
the
place
be
pistol
red
red
red
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