A sinking ship may swim a few more miles, But no one can determine style it sinks. You think, untrue? However, one is certain: Geometry and gravitation can't be tricked, And every other version is relict. A ship that lives in fear, eats itself, And underestimates its people, Will have to face the truth and hell, Will have to meet the Reaper. A sinking ship may carry captain And crew, it may shine bright, and cut The waves with grace, but once the lower docks are plight, there is no force to save the place. A ship divided, split in two, and three, And four, and five, and six, is not a Mix of cultures, no, my dear, It is a recipe for vultures, hopefully, I made it clear. "The one who has the ears will hear".
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