Poetry (My new passion)


New Wine in the vessel
Ships Crashing, Pressing of the waves
Slave 1: Sir! There is no way where are going to make it!
Captain: HARDE-HAR
The Slaves had no idea where the captain was going, or where he leading, but they trusted in him.
Lord you understand my heart, and you know where it is leading

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