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Trapped, hot, and nauseous eight weeks at sea
Naked and chained with unbearable shame no longer free
Blood, feces, tears, vomit, and pee
Everywhere around me
Arms, legs, hands, and backs writhing in pain
Curses, prayers, nonsense, going insane
Will they beat me?
Will they eat me?
All senses offended
When our world ended
Deathly smell
So this is hell
Why are we cursed?
Life or death uncertain what’s worse
Bruised, branded, and whipped, I can’t stand it
My back got cracked by the devil’s whip
After the ninth hit
I caught the tip with a desperate grip
We outnumber them - let’s takeover the ship!
And put them in chains to lie in our $#!+!
Most ignored my plea and rally to revolt
Too petrified to push, too broken to hope
Doomed eyes darted down to the deck
As the sole mutineer my fate was set
Still chained to helpless bodies to my left and right
I pushed several behind me with all of my might
As fire and smoke spewed from a metal drum laid on its side
A flurry of rocks and metal caused my untimely demise
