INTO THE WEST
Into the west,
Where the sun goes to rest,
The flat earthers end their quest.
It's said" there be monsters here"
And they turned away in fear.
Never to know that the end was not near.
How could they think,
The cartographers ink
Would push them beyond the brink?
Then the mariner's eyes did gloss,
At the sight of the albotross.
Unaware of the loss.
And so began his quest;
Never again to rest.
Always- Into the west.
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