"A nautical dope detox allegory...(?)

[Prolapstriumph]

I will lash myself to the vessel's deck, and fight this storm 'til the boat approaches dread collapse...

sailing head-on into this tempestuous maelstrom, come Hell or high water,

and by the gods I shall return - as a weathered shell, but returned no less;

Lest she capsize beneath my trembling legs, and pry open the looming abyss underfoot,

My battered frame now oblivion fodder; a meal for churning ever-hungry bowels of this Hell torn asunder.

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