The end? The beginning? The great drama, the great conflict. It is the culmination of our lives, it is the destination we have journeyed towards since birth, and we have no idea what it is.
Disaster, death, celebration. What drives us? what defines...
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It's a pirate's feast, That's what it be, With gizzards, lung, and heart, And it's pumpin' still, So I'll eat my fill, Though the blood tastes kind of tart.
Now, a villains guts be tasty, Served fresh with a poundin' heart, When I see it there, Ya best beware, For the feastin' gonna start.
It's a pirate's feast, That's what it be, Served with some grog and rum, So I'll sing a song, And it won't be long. Till the pirate's feast is done, Till the pirate's feast is done.
