Raze These Ships

Bloody Merde!
Strike those banners,
Burn those sails,
Raze these ships!---
     to Jones' locker go!
These lungs filled
    in anger hate!

Bloody Merde!
Our iron-balls crackling,
     heaven lit!
     thunderous rage night sky fill!
These hand grips blade
     that thirsts for sweet blood-wine
These lungs filled
     in anger-hate!

Bloody Merde!
Let it all burn!
     Scuttle these ships!

Bloody Merde!