The black sap bleed slow,
Casting a mask over the sea.
Men scramble to Intervene,
The darkness keeps creeping,
Blossoming from that ventrical.
Watch it float, and seep to shore
Have we cut too deep? Would
a tourniquet cease the flow?
Have we cut too deep? It pours
like a spring, moving east,
Ghostly whole, Complete
Disaster, Well deserved, in deed.
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