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Deadliest Job
I plant my feet on high seas, my wings flex and keep me steady.

I am here as a sign, some sailors survived some sailors off line.

Storm clouds like ink, and in this weather ships sink.

The Bering Sea Hunt for crab, the world's deadliest job can be sad.

Crab boat unkempt
No sails windswept

Men overboard the captain cried, he could do nothing as he watched them die.

He closed his eyes and started to pray, as Angels appeared above The fray.

The Angels dove into the depths, the men they took, the men they blessed.

An angel sings the skies cleared, the Angels surfaced the men revered.

Storm over we start to lift, into the clouds the Angels drift.

Boat full lives lost, they made money and paid the cost.

You know the story when you're on the crab, it's a great way to end up dead!

© S.R.King. #spirituality #prayer #thriller