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Death of a captain
The wind swirls across the hair of captain Hind
He’s sailing wearing no ring
But in his mind he’s with his so kind friend
He knew it wasn’t going to be just a trend
He consecrated his hole mortal life
On this duel with his wife
And now it´s about to take his life
The sea shines with a strange glitter
He will now have to leave this place
He dies without no trace
One more death in the human race
He lived not a life of regret
Nor a life of meth
He isn’t sure about this
But he is sure about his future
He knows the end is near
He says goodbye, and that is not a lie
And that’ s not a lie
He will not die a peaceful death of lying in a bed somewhere with death approaching continuously near
He does not believe the lies of this book he once read
Even now,
He still has all his head
His death wont shed any tears
But some ink in some paper,
Why should he die when he hasn’t said much lies ?
Water drips from his eye
And this is not a lie
Oh God why ?
But he remembers there is no God
He will die like a dog
Under an obscure fog
He remembers the dog he had as a kid
And the horrible death it suffered
And his father
That always remembered to make him suffer.
Until that day he picked up this knife
Slashed trough him like butter
It would have been an other murder of his poor mother had ever discovered
But what more could he say of the old days ?
His life always seemed more gray than gay
And to this day he lived his life the way
He wanted it to be lived
And with this the wawe takes all of it away
He lived it his way

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I feel proud of it, i had to write if for class but it seems cool to me.