Oh Almighty Deity,

Must I apologize to thee.

 

Tis not your heavenly empire.

Or your secret unearthly desires.

 

What pleasures you must seek,

Said sorceries are yours to keep.

 

However I manage this golden boat alone,

Against a sea so mighty you had shown.

 

Wind, rain, sun, or tide,

This is the reason I have lied:

 

A wooden deck so sturdy and strong,

Drenched in wild waves like Satan’s song.

 

Repeating motions so effortlessly with care,

How is it so right to be treated unfair?

 

Every night, every day,

On grateful knees I pray.

 

No matter worries or doubts.
Never had I longed for an out.

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Dire situations be damned.

What was soft becomes hot sand.

 

Sure, our failures mean more in due time.

Only ten of which may cost a golden dime.

 

How I had ignored those racked regulations.

And, to you, had served no sweet salvation.

 

But I shall not return to your doings.

For I am ever free of your protected wings.

 

Gone all elegant seashells in your sea of tears.

Not to worry; I shall not succumb to my fears.

 

I am alone this way, not one to be dependent on.

So to live my own rein, a safety vest I will don.

 

If I shall die a waste man’s death,

So be it; I will not be devoted to a single theft.