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title: Provision
week: 24
date: 2025-06-18
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shelves stocked and bland\
prepared for all unplanned\
the end draws near\
founding small fear\
who knows what we can withstand
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Our voyage now draws out\
Yet our captain wont about\
Growing the crew's doubt\
As the supplies run ever thin

So we'll drink down the blood wine\
and we'll feast on flesh malign\
That we pretend is just swine\
Per sailor’s creed, provisions therein

We've run out the ship’s biscuit\
It's been weeks since that brisket\
Too hungry to resist it\
We resort to our own kin
 
So we'll drink down the blood wine\
and we'll feast on flesh malign\
That we pretend is just swine\
Per sailor’s creed, provisions therein

What was our daily pint of beer\
Has dropped to a pot so shear\
Towards John we now start to sneer\
Cause he finished off the gin

So we'll drink down the blood wine\
and we'll feast on flesh malign\
That we pretend is just swine\
Per sailor’s creed, provisions therein