Carved by the Aegean sea for over 100 years now,
stands monument of the seaman's soul, that
is corroded by the patrons of his daily needs
and yet nourished by Poseidon's waters.
A new era is born out of our smoking ashes.
Tiny spider webs - fearless of the waves
catch the sun light and man rejoices.
My soul shall die scarred, but full and content.
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