Essentially the Only One

Parody 125

Into the maw of Hell it went
and never a moment stayed,
the final breath
ere the ship's fast death,
unto an ocean grave.

I screamed aloud as the beckoning shroud
cast its shape o'er sea
"Sweet God above if there's any love
from Christ then I beg save me!"

The ferryman waits, his eyes dark slates,
he holds out his hand for a coin;
my shivering Soul must pay the toll
and there's no turning back to a dawn.

Fate calls to me from the edge of the Styx
and it likely will be in Verse 126.




http://my.opera.com/lokutus_prime/blog/2008/08/19/the-ancient-mariner

They probably wouldn't have gotten much for that old ship anyway. Now, they're covered by the insurance.

LoKu.

But if you want to get your kicks
You have to do it on Route 66

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