Admiral of All At Sea Built From Wood On the Hanging Tree

So this is where the trail ends in a long forgoten paper town Flipping dirty mattress in the ghetto turning tricks for matchsticks all for money lending Because we born unto it like scarlet vixens in classic literature told to believe in So bleed for me then place me on the next bus home Until i ascend come easter to master the hanging tree Crusading forth to meet my prom date 1 day i hope to marry A journey into discovering that which i thought i'd lost i had in fact not Wrote aboard the deck of a fishing boat set to sea in a hurricane no mortal human shall return from An epilogue to dodging hailstorm whilst eating peppercorn to warm the cockles of the coldest of darkened heart