Storms are thought to be enemies of ships, how arrogant, how human
They rush without nutshells in range
Fiends become less dangerous when understood as challenges
So the wind is angry but benin father
How could it be, the eye of the storm cannot be peaceful
It always beholds destruction, so do the most of us
A sailor hating the waves is just a dimwit
Blind in perception, deaf in goalless thoughts
Dumb in lack of reaction,
Its recommended to know your enemy,
but an enemy is just an enemy if I let him be one
As an evident, an experienceable proof
For the windbeaten, wavedancers against will
The storm won’t cease as their ship has drowned

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