Seed of Tactics
Gentlemen, a plan
Our enemies have signaled
They come at full speed
I've heard they've cursed us
Then we shall bless them, simple.
Ours is upper hand
Cursed/Blessed to forever
A Strategy of torment
Never out of reach
Do they think us fools!?
I will dive deeply within
Taking cursed handfuls
'Til they cry "Mercy!"
Let this spark be the signal
To abandon ship
Nice night for a swim
We made landfall at high noon
So enjoy the beach
I trust your respect
You're not unseasoned sailors
Nor dishonored men
I shall be engaged
To grapple until the dawn
Seed of Tactics Sown
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