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Written By Andrew Simpson
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Darkest memories,
sting my swim stroke,
like poisonous sea anemones.
I must use the venom in me,
to breathe underwater,
and with the frigid water,
of Zion's daughter,
be freed from the cutlasses, pistols, and canons
of my maritime enemies.
I bear in mind, sailor Dani's femininity,
As I bare a battle, to win my vicious shark fin,
as my sin is washed away by the baptism of the sea.
I produce a rap schism beneath a desert island tree.
The morning crimson liquid,
the bliss of electric blue,
paints the sailing, crew of my soul,
with a dreamy water colour hue.
Zion's daughter is a pirate sea captain,
Sinking her Cupid's harpoon into the evil sea kraken.
On the fields of green waters,
there is nothing that I lack within.
Hammer heads,
make our beds,
being ripped apart by sharks is what my heart dreads.
Confused fish are delicious with different marine loaves of bread.
Will Dani and I, this swashbuckling princess ever exchange rings to wed?
Maybe in the sunken golden city of Atlantis,
after we sleep in sunken tombs, reading elvish runes,
to mortal life long dead.
Yet still by the spirit of love and the sea,
We will be free, and in pastures of green algae,
be led.
My goal is to show off and slay that grey albatross,
And as our ship sinks, watch how the ghostly moon winks,
While I drown, carrying my cross.
I'll wear a golden crown,
and she a sapphire and turquoise Neptune's moon gown,
With my prayers, safely the ocean she will cross.
My greatest gain (a corrupt life plundering galleons), I count but loss.
I sleep in peace among stones and sailor bones,
of manta rays and moss.
1 Revelation 12:1
sting my swim stroke,
like poisonous sea anemones.
I must use the venom in me,
to breathe underwater,
and with the frigid water,
of Zion's daughter,
be freed from the cutlasses, pistols, and canons
of my maritime enemies.
I bear in mind, sailor Dani's femininity,
As I bare a battle, to win my vicious shark fin,
as my sin is washed away by the baptism of the sea.
I produce a rap schism beneath a desert island tree.
The morning crimson liquid,
the bliss of electric blue,
paints the sailing, crew of my soul,
with a dreamy water colour hue.
Zion's daughter is a pirate sea captain,
Sinking her Cupid's harpoon into the evil sea kraken.
On the fields of green waters,
there is nothing that I lack within.
Hammer heads,
make our beds,
being ripped apart by sharks is what my heart dreads.
Confused fish are delicious with different marine loaves of bread.
Will Dani and I, this swashbuckling princess ever exchange rings to wed?
Maybe in the sunken golden city of Atlantis,
after we sleep in sunken tombs, reading elvish runes,
to mortal life long dead.
Yet still by the spirit of love and the sea,
We will be free, and in pastures of green algae,
be led.
My goal is to show off and slay that grey albatross,
And as our ship sinks, watch how the ghostly moon winks,
While I drown, carrying my cross.
I'll wear a golden crown,
and she a sapphire and turquoise Neptune's moon gown,
With my prayers, safely the ocean she will cross.
My greatest gain (a corrupt life plundering galleons), I count but loss.
I sleep in peace among stones and sailor bones,
of manta rays and moss.
1 Revelation 12:1
