Honorable sir, he wore a black suit.

Neatly styled hair, with a shape like a white pearl.

He was educated, he designed luxury on the water.

The impregnable, most powerful ship of three.

He declared his bold idea:

"Not even God can sink this majestic ship."

He was mistaken, indeed. But a more heinous cause was born.

The highest of the highest punished every seafarer.

He did not look upon the innocence of mortals, but rather despised their beauty.

Children, women, and brave men. All fell on a clear night shrouded in mist.

The moon in the sky shone on them like a compass of hope.

Where was our merciful God? He drowned people in his cold water.

That ocean, as frigid as his heart. One pronouncement and the rest are dead.

They perished in the embrace of his terrors. Only wretched statues remain.

Justice vanished in the moment of a dream. Guilty or innocent. God's tragedy has doomed us forever.

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