I found peace at last. Abandoned on the shore. Reflected in an ocean as black as the coil. From the wreckage I will construct with salvation tied to hope. A battered raft of failures and ideals. I hollowed it out with sharpened words. Carved at its bones and heart. We'll conquer the waves. Shattered anchors aweigh. I can't help but fear the currents we'll meet. The shipwrecks in the saline. Castaways of the deep. The salt of leviathan. The despair and disease. The bastards of convenience who try to drown us in our sleep. I carved at its heart with tattered fingers. I carved at its heart with frayed beliefs. We'll navigate by heart instead of stars. We'll navigate by resolve instead of culture. We'll sail beyond everything we've known. The tide may claim our bones but it will not claim this fight. I carved at the throat of the storm with tattered fingers wrapped in bloody sails.