When Frozen Mud Rules
When Frozen mud rules
I am powerless
From Helmikuu I make a fanfareless departure
To survive the trip my sanity relies on a deity greater than the god of Mars
The transit includes a port called Solmonath
To get there without you I leave my soul to God
This is a return to sailing and war
I am not afraid of my cargo, or morality
My journey includes a visit to an international deity named minerva
I need to tell her how wrong I was
I should not have accepted milk from the wolf
Pray for God to remove these defects
And the waves and mud will eat me
I’m scared of the wolf who is only happy for an hour or mostly more
And I am such a lousy mariner
So I write a list of those whom I have harmed
There are two. God and myself, but mostly myself
My destination is Veneralia
And unfortunately I can not stay
In the church owned by a political party
It is tempting but nobody likes the ravings of a drunk
Maybe God does, but it only feels right when I’m alone and lucid
This is my message in a bottle
It is all I can do to escape my excuses
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