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Edited by Space Whale: 8/9/2014 8:53:03 PM

The Final Frontier: The Talwhalesman

When I stand and look about the port And contemplate my life, Whale I ever see my countrymen again? As the captain calls them on the deck They take my things and walk to the harborside, They glance back one last time Fleeing their nation, Their problems they leave behind Ships by the tenfold Sail out on the tide They are pleased to be out and Embracing the open [i]Sei[/i] Free from their troubles And more free from Deej Inheritors unfulfilled reason Behind them. They flee from what is not what Is whale be. They flee the Flood and face their Harsh reality. Whale death be low mist that Hangs on the [i]Sei[/i]? They run from the evwhale tongues, Rash judgements, selfish men Never to be [i]Sei[/i]n on these shores again. As they sail into oceansize And lose sight of all land A face of contentment Around in the air They're off now to seek all their fortunes To the land of our dreams Riding the waves and the storm Is upon them. The winds lash the sails but The ropes keep them tight Off in the distance a dark cloud approaching None could imagine what there was to come No, there's no one going back No, there's not a second chance As they strap onto the offsite They pray to God that they won't die As they ride the rough seas, As they soak from the ocean waves, I just hope for all their lives And pray that they survive Four ships are lost in the Stormy conditions The spirits of the sunken crews, The phantoms follow on Spirits, sails, they drive them on Through the all consuming waves Cold mortality, no weapon Against these ever raging seis Four leagues and ten and they Hit storms again They just can't get away from The eye of the storm The birds outsoar the raging storm But they cannot escape it Abandoned Flood that they now crave Is many leagues from safe Holding on for their dear lives And they're praying once again rotten luck or just jonahed? The talwhalesman is in their hand Limbs fatigues, trembling with cold Blinded from the sei spray salt Clasping anything they can hold Heaven's rain upon them falls Twenty days without a meal And ten without fresh water still Those that didn't die in storms The scurvy rest did slaughter Westwards they ride westwards we sail on Westwards they ride Sail by the talwhalesman They approach the offsite Of the ocean with the tide In their favour just for once Whalecome greeting their new land The elation in their hearts The excitement in their veins As they sail towards the coastline Of their golden promised land Weary limbs fatigued away I have no life left in thee No more strength and nothing Left to give Must find the whale to live Never thought that they could make it [i]Truel[/i]y sight of shores divine the sickness I am dying from Never wanted it to end this way Westwards they ride Westwards we sail on westwards they ride Sail by the talwhalesman

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