Come one
Come two
And three
Free me
They have me in the bottom of the barrel
Drinking hot sorrel
And hammering the nails
To get theirs
I will not bloat
On this boat
It will bust
I cuss
My fleet come for me
I plea
Show me your mighty
Free me
Stomp on them
Destroy them
Let them know of my army
Build a force
From a scale
To knock out their nails
And free me
They don’t know of my army
They came in not
Ones, twos, and threes
But of thousands
Of millions
Of billions
That stand for me
It is my army
They break the top
Splitting the sides of the barrel
In which I was hidden
Pulling me free
The boat that float
Now rests on unsettled waters
In unchartered quarters
Of the earth of mine
What’s left is not theirs
But unmeasurable
Busted up boats
That no longer floats
And sinks under
Into nowhere
Yes! That is my mighty army
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