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The boat sat on the ocean steadily,

Calm, black waters, view of night,

The drunken crew fantisies of women and prospect,

As they view the ocean and dreams,

The fog begins to roll thick and dense,



They move to start the boat and journey home,

The fog quickly moves,

Engulfing them with their ship,

With a sputter and snap, their engine dies,

The crew can't understand as the fog rolls on,

Turning green and bright, they move to the engine room,

As they wake the boat urches slowly,



Looking out to sea, a shadow moves on the ocean,

Long and rusted, this old, sunken vessel moves,

New life powers it to flow gracefully, undead at the wheel,

Powered by their ideal revenge,

As the men look back to the deck, seeing sillowetts,

Curitousity seals their fate forever,

The blades of mortality, wheeled by the damned,

Slaughtered for no reason, other than abomination,

Of drunken lust of infedelity,



Rescued at last, yet nothing to be found,

The boat trashed inside and out, as if sunken for a hundred years,

Telling the story of another, the body fell,

Death, now noticed, lay to rest on the innocent soul,

Witnessed sins with eyes removed and mute lips,

Unspoken horrors, never to be heard,

Only seen when the travesty happens to you,



The secrecy of night and the unspeaking movement,

As the moral dies, the dead begin to walk,

Bone-chilling actions, enough to freeze mercury,

Moving fog of death, striking down all that's cursed,

Greeted by the flagrant actions in the past,

Murdered by greed to the full extent,

Money wanted, never needed,

Advancement in murder, honored by devils,

Infatuation in the crime,



Brought upon them without knowing,

For their ancestors are to blame,

Vengence knows blood, not names,

Smelling your essence, it draws it's blade again,

Capturing your very soul within it,

No remorse issued out tonight,

Justice rest on the wings of angels,

Yet none are present this unholy night,



Demons rule this day with blood and sin,

Wearing both as war paint,

Incogneato compared to their hosts,

With debts repaid though,

Travousty ends, as all is forgiven and even,

The survivors never to forget any detail,

The haunting shadows and death carriers,

Forever stalking their nightmares.