| Splintered blasts the call of hollow
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| Shed the skin that envelops
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| Fall against the stratosphere
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| The burning casts demonic red
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| Tremors shake our assuredness
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| I grab at that which aids my stay
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| From yonder porthole window breaks
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| The greatest show on earth
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| Pay loads rise like seedlings
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| Each strident bloom signals defeat
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| Front row seat to the tragedy
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| Our hubris staged this malady
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| Every soul aboard those ships is lost
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| Their masts submerge below the cusp
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| Why does this idol craft remain?
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| What spared me such a fate?
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| How does one accept this lot
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| This hold carries the best of us
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| My asphyxiation held at bay
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| By my steely resolve
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| I will not go down |