From distant shores, long past from mortal sight
across the waves of now forgotten seas
Great ships, the finest works of human hands
a mighty fleet towards horizon speeds
Ten thousand years or more, these ships did sail
towards one final war against the world
to fight–to stab the heart of consequence
and burn the earth to ash–begin anew
But so fixated on the way ahead
they do not see the clouds above them form
She sings her songs in wild gusts of wind
the ancient storm appears, her name is Fate
The waves–her hands–obliterate the fleet
Her waters claim all those who worship death
Her waters claim all those who worship death
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