For the basic human need,
We sail towards the promise of life,
Towards the promises of more harrowing edginess,
But towards the promises of life
We are in the boat of the dying,
On a sea that boils not to rend us part,
But to retain us on its desolate shore,
But the starved and the cold,
They sail towards the promises of peace,
Where misery has no dominion,
And death is the captain or the messiah
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