Penning swords

 So you took my trust 

and left me out in the dust

All your actions you claim are just 

saying that it is a must 

Nothing left to discuss 

Swords to rust

Sails catch a gust as sailors seem to cuss

Our new lives we must adjust

Or we're buried beneath the crust

 Plus the truth seens to cut 

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