The poison has been drunk -
a sweet and malicious brew.
The ship will soon be sunk.
Don't hurry, no rush to pack a trunk,
there's nothing left now to do -
the poison has been drunk.
A wavering voice may try to debunk
this as rumor, nothing close to true,
but indeed the ship will soon be sunk.
Men have tried and failed, their ego shrunk
to dead and angry things - for them, too,
the poison has been drunk.
No land left to run to, no precious hunk
of earthen heaven, complete with view.
The ship will soon be sunk.
No more heroes, no hooded monk,
no last chance leap or fated coup.
The poison has been drunk,
and now the ship will soon be sunk.
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