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The Captain
We have come not
But to be afflicted with pain
And sorrow.
The tragedy! The tragedy!
We are too happy to nourish it.
What is the use to live in a life
That moves toward death?
I contemplate the unseen
Baffled and amazed.
Behold, I was the tomb
And the world was my coffin.
Woe unto us!
Satan is the captain of our vessels,
The vessels are sinking,
Drowning in the sea of our sins,
Drifting toward Hell.
Between my cursed ideas and madness
I behold naught but wandering.
I flee seeking refuge.
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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