LOST SOLDIERS
Upon this vessel
Full of fools
We ride in silence
In a danger dance,
Slipping and sliding
Precariously balancing
Upon a precipice
Overlooking the
Swirling pools
Blown by whirling winds,
Poured and stirred by chance
By Gods who laugh
At all our prayers,
Then begin dancing
As we scream
Upon the edge.
Full of fools
We ride in silence
In a danger dance,
Slipping and sliding
Precariously balancing
Upon a precipice
Overlooking the
Swirling pools
Blown by whirling winds,
Poured and stirred by chance
By Gods who laugh
At all our prayers,
Then begin dancing
As we scream
Upon the edge.
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