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Due east to prowl the coasts |
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Sails full, with purpose bestowed |
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Elmina's shores await |
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The iron girds of salvation |
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The captive whores of damnation |
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Prepare the hold for the beasts |
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Hatches nailed shut |
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Divide the worms from the meat |
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Swill is pissed on |
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Musket blast versus wooden shield |
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Runners in the sights, spray the field |
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Storm the mangrove |
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Cannons bray, the mighty quake |
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Centuries of blood becomes erased |
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I am the white ghost |
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Middle Passage nigh |
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Vessel of cruel new fate |
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Hope disappears in the merchan rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rot |
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Bronze gate unhinged for you |
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Stone steps, the path of doom |
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New England's shores await |
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The iron girds of salvation |
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The captive whores of damnation |
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Line the hold with our freight |
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Eyes are sewn shut |
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Musket plume, heed the lash |
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Into darkened depths the sick are cast |
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Run the mizzenmast |
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Cannon smoke, a magic fog |
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Spirits from the sea sound their call |
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I am the white ghost |
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Middle Passage nigh |
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Vessel of cruel new fate |
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Hope disappears in the merchan rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rot |
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Swill of the Knaves, slop for the herd |
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Swill of the Knaves |
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Suffer a fate of putrid squalor |
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Swill of the Knaves, slops for the herd |
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Swill of the Knaves |
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Suffer the vengeful endless curse |