The Ghoully Ghost
I can feel the slimy spiders on my black mast and I can feel the crashing surge on my stern and it’s icing in.
I feel like there’s a green zombie on me and he is eating me up.
It feels like pitch white ghosts going in and out of me.
My flapping sails are blowing from side to side like an electrical storm with bright lightning flashing through them.
Will I reach my destiny? Will I get my pot of gold? And will I achieve my goal
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