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SHIP OF FOOLS







                AND THERE ARE SHARKS IN THE                         may god

                FREEZING WATER                                      MAY GOD
                our cannon                                          (in whom we do not

                OUR CANNON                                          believe)

                is aimed directly at ourselves                      (IN WHOM WE DO NOT
                IS AIMED DIRECTLY AT                                BELIEVE)

                OURSELVES                                           help us
                navis stultorum                                     HELP US

                NAVIS STULTORUM
                we sail

                WE SAIL                                             as the night
                in a vast circle                                    AS THE NIGHT

                IN A VAST CIRCLE                                    comes
                towards the immense terrifying                      COMES

                whirlpool
                TOWARDS THE IMMENSE

                TERRIFYING WHIRLPOOL
                where we shall surely be pulled

                WHERE WE SHALL SURELY BE

                PULLED
                over the edge

                OVER THE EDGE
                of the flat

                OF THE FLAT
                earth

                EARTH









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