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Toil across the ocean sea

Convict hull brought you across

Heaving earth behind you

An indescribable landscape of shadows

Unknowing / Unseen / Moil

These trees stand as tall as the gods of old

I have ripped into the marrow of my forebears

Genetics gnawed and reshaped

By the vastness of desolation

A land unknown to me

Wrought of moil, bleak split of fortunes

Harsh convict labour

The backbone of my genetics

Lost Heritage

The creation of new depths

I may now fill with mine own

She has sent south those of the hull

An arrival into continent

With a heart still beating

At the bottom of the ocean

Land Unknown, a convict destiny forged

Land of my ancestors, taken from Hearth

And taken from Irish Paddocks

Though a kingdom was wrought

From wet shadows and pale dust

I still can't help but think

My heart will always beat at the bottom of the ocean

Writhe in estuary

The sanctuary of colony

The violence of the land

The sanctuary of colony

The violence of the land