Psalm 01

Burry me to the sea where i’ll be free.
Let my corpse be gobbled and plead mercy.
Vanquish the hurling winds for me.
And amidst the Mer, haul to the west, and flee.
Forsooth the ocean will coil and heavens squall.
And forthwith the gale will die and the want befall.
I’ll be seed and my perish no squander.
And you’ll pray for better gust to conquer.
Anon the day will come for you not to remember.
Ere the seems of lands and splendour.
My gold is yours you’ve quelled my kin.
And you plagued our skin.
From umber to crimson lines of sin.
Withal they’ll enshrine tales of you the victor.
Till those like blight, moulder.