[Lindel]

"Pennyford Blue"


The seven seas never seem short of a tale.
“Let her free!” the vessel leaves, adorning its sails.
Setting forth in a gale against the black of the night
as intrepid waters prevail, they’re carried from sight.
A flagon in right hand, hook in the left,
the captain arrives with rum on his breath.
He stumbles on deck of the Pennyford Blue
for a public address to his cretinous crew.
“To treasure and booty,” came the guttural roar
“If you pledge me your duty, there’s enough for us all!”
The others onboard then clapped as they yelled
In sudden applause for the man at the helm.
Captain LeVell was a porthole of a man
But could look after himself were the moment to pass.
He’d disposed of his hand when at odds to be free,
as Redbeard showed him the plank and he dropped to the sea.
Watching it bleed as he gnawed to find an escape,
- a true seadog with the teeth for a fight, as we say!
Some pirates had claimed he was done and rejoiced
with surprise on the faces of landlubbers ahoy
When they discovered him coiled up one night on the beach
discoloured but buoyed, like them there devices at sea.
The tide doesn’t sleep, though it often relents,
and neither would he as he plotted revenge.
He wanted them dead, reduced to a pulp,
by an ensemble of men with proven results.
A crew of old salts, all colours and creeds,
grouped with hopefuls then took to the sea.
Looking to seek vengeance on Redbeard and his men
cut ‘em to pieces o’ eight and leave ‘em for dead!
Which leads to our quest for Redbeard and his gold
to season adventurers, these seas are their home.
Every beach, every cove, every opening and passage
every secret it holds is known to the captain.
And so the advantage was his in pursuit
They row with abandon as he considers their move.
The ship and its crew adjusting the bow
As LeVell instantly knew where to look for his foe!
He took to his scope, lookin’ east as the crow flies,
Instructin’ his covey to what he’d seen with his own eyes.
Their belief in the old timer proved a trusted source
As the creeped up its lone side and then jumped aboard!
A rush of swords soared through the breeze
as cut-throat corsairs fall to the sea.
They brawl under siege, with both sides losin’ men,
‘til Redbeard’s brought to his knees in a fight to the death!
LeVell had eyes of resentment, cold as the sea,
as it was time to avenge his only defeat.
The very moment he reached for the sheath on his cutlass
he felt a blow that would see him bleed from his stomach.
The greedy curmudgeon had waited alone
to make sure his leader was bludgeoned ‘fore he made away with the gold!
There’s no place for heroes in this grey, timeless abyss
but that’s the way that it blows - double-crossed like the flag waved high from the ship...

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The moth tiger; the moth tiger; the third eye incisor; the third eye of relinquishment
The speech of sin; the heat of wind; the probability of the seas of sin
The night was soon to be the speech of sin; the day was old
The moth tiger maimed and stayed the bold; with placement hold
The moth tiger maneuvered through the green jungle with robust faction
The sentiment of rash; the moth tiger killed a hundred lions
The moth tiger was sleeping in a green jungle; it AWAKEN
When a man with aThe Holy Spirit; the Holy Ghost; Moses rose from the ashes as sand
The hands of time were for naught; the hourglass with the sour passed
In the moment of time; Jesus Christ was crucified
The noose was shined; for it was the whip for jewish pride
I am the moment of time; the Holy Spirit gleamed gracefully
The serene grace of seas; the seas vacancy; the seas shapes and seas
I'm the moment of time and space; the Holy Spirit gleams with prosperity
The vulgarity of rage was sent to hell than graced with flames
For I am prosperity with the Holy Spirit; the holy ghost
The Holy Spirit; the Holy Ghost; Jesus Christ was blood
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spear was there; the moth tiger was forsaken
The tides of change; primal rage; the primal rage of sin
The tides of change; the primal rage; the tides of change
I'm the tides of change; the primal rage; inside a lion's cage
For the tide's of change changed for me; the vulgarity
The fish swam for centuries before dying
I am crying in the seas of change; dreaming
For I love God and Jesus Christ; sea the light
In the evening night; I sea he light; the appeasing of darkness
The tides of change was primal rage; a lion inside a cage
The primal rage locked inside a cage; the pious chains
The oceans' rage; the oceans' fury; the oceans' rage
The oceans' rage; the oceans' fury; the oceans' rage
The oceans' destiny; the oceans' fate; the oceans' faith
The oceans' burning journey from God to safe
For the oceans' are rageous; the pages
The oceans' are rageous; the pages
The book of life was opened by Saint Peter
Andrew Flores's name was in the book of life
The oceans' are rageous; the oceans' rage
The oceans' are rageous; the oceans' rage