Yargle me timbers, like Silver gone mad
With his lost treasure, the pearl that he had.
Sever me ice box while you're at it too;
Cause my hand is cold, and it's getting blue.
But don't take away the memories of sea,
Just take away what's meaningless to me;
For instance the sight of your face, pure white
From the sight of the devil in his flight.
Shiver and growl if you have a mind to
Do so, I don't care so much what you do;
But don't take away my good eye or shoe!
Else I'll know you're no friend, are yet untrue.
In all I've asked be you true, as I've been,
Lest you go mad with the knowledge you've sinned.
The Self Made Pit, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012
With his lost treasure, the pearl that he had.
Sever me ice box while you're at it too;
Cause my hand is cold, and it's getting blue.
But don't take away the memories of sea,
Just take away what's meaningless to me;
For instance the sight of your face, pure white
From the sight of the devil in his flight.
Shiver and growl if you have a mind to
Do so, I don't care so much what you do;
But don't take away my good eye or shoe!
Else I'll know you're no friend, are yet untrue.
In all I've asked be you true, as I've been,
Lest you go mad with the knowledge you've sinned.
The Self Made Pit, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012
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