O Wretched Ship

O wretched ship
O dusty vessel
The anchor is stopped
The chains are rusted
You won't find a shore on this rusty ship

There are some things which I'll never get
Because I won't ever find them on this wretched ship

The sails have once seen much better days
But the birds have made waste and speckled with holes
The floor battered to pieces by myriad beasts

While that rusted chain
Turns green to wine
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Your ship from the East
Came with fresh sails
And cut the chain that held me bound
And freedom-swept, I sailed to shore
And such bitterness I felt
Was made nevermore