Unsound sails

These foolish burdens made for unsound sails.

Just as all my lofty dreams gave no true winds.

For only accursed ships did these damn hands build.

Their weighty guilt sinking all taking them deep.

Now alone with a coast of any good hope lying beyond the selfish sea.

Even as the crow flies my redemption remains so very far from me.

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