No Prisoners

the devil has a nickname, that old Roger he turned jolly

legends from the briny deep found cloaked in evil’s folly

wearing coat of Templar’s spite, running with the knights

flying high upon a sea, black flag, crossed bones, in flight

rather that then crossed in swords, the sympathy of Rome

liberated slaves unite and name universal waters home

stormy raids, booty crusades, against a despot ministry

next they find the girls, the boys, soon longing to be  free

losing common sympathy,  leaving boundary jurisdiction

mate, gunner, masters now dance hempen benediction

captain finally breathes his last, left rotting in iron cage

sirens dance wrapped in cypress cloth, leading dead away

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