Forgotten

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How does death feel?

Oh why did I wonder?

Why did I set up?

Myself to be plunder.

Your ship rode the waves,

Of the storm at my shore;

No flag at your mast,

No instincts to ignore.

And ravage you did,

Steel sword in your hand;

Till there was nothing left,

But ashes and sand.

Still the tide pounced and roared,

The gale never ceased;

You basked in your power,

As I bowed at your feet.

That day now lives on,

Under this new regime;

If the storm is your war,

Are the spoils me?

I won't be your slave!

Oh I cry in my heart;

But I still wear the chains,

'Cause where would I start?

Where to start to stop this,

Days and nights fade away;

And what does it matter?

They're one and the same.

If I could turn back time,

I'd see you coming;

But I was a fool,

I'd just take off running.

And chase me you would,

To the ends of the earth;

There'd be no going back,

Even here that's for sure.

I know life is short,

But I'm too young to die;

Trembling at the dark sea,

From this plank up so high.

You cackle, you cheer,

You kick out my stance;

Dry ground will give way,

To my death I'll dance.

What's left you will burn,

Fire in your eyes;

Oh, how could you stand?

For a flicker of light.

So I hope you're content,

In the havoc you've caused;

'Cause I'm counting the scars,

The cuts you oversaw.

Fourteen lashes a day,

Love the power you hold?

How come there's a price?

When I'm the one sold.

Yes, Master, I'll do as I'm told.

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