Morning set

Nothing no never no more not for me
but creaking of craft creeping back out to sea
Beaten betrayors banished from book
Seer and sexton sent stones for to suck

Halt!
Boarding this craft by assault
Makes beggers believe bankruptcy be albatross at fault

Turn!
You’ve nothing I can use nor earn
Lessons looked for lately, we only alone can learn

Leave!
Nought can be achieved
At better boats you blankly blink from bottom of the seas

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