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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
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