The mast of pride; now lies scattered on the ocean floor
His bloating corpse; now washed ashore
The headless captain; his brains soaked in gin
Sailing his ship of ego; riding the winds of sin
Seeking the land of glory; in his voyage of self conceit
It all seems hunky dory
But until the rock of truth strikes in
Now, as the water
fills his empty deck
And truth makes his ego crack
His self made crown, comes tumbling down
As he struggles to breathe, while his soul does drown
Now lost in the depths of emptiness
With no life left, even to feel his own loneliness
Rotting by the eddies in the ocean floor
His ego and soul lost to nothingness
What more use, can his life be
Than to feed the hunger of some poor osedax worm!
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