The Fourth Ship of‎ Theseus Chonny Jash

I am just a ship
Made of toil, and grit, and rust, and sticks
Scraps grown molded by time’s firm grip
Now new, once worshipped…
...undeserved

It’s a curse. It’s an evil thing
It’s the luminance of the hubris of the patchwork king
Praise be to the patchwork king
But it’s not right
It’s just a compounding lie

I don’t remember. I don’t recall
Oh, just how long has it been since I last heard someone sing my song?
I thought it endless, my mighty call
Who would have known that Eternity’s anger could last so long?
I’ve grown so worn

Oh, Theseus, how’s it feel to know you earned your rest?
Seven seas, just like thе sins, oh, it seems Pride’s failed this test

See how thеy cannibalize
Glory, fame, rage all cloud their eyes
I don’t even remember from whence I came
Stretched, ill-fitted, I’ve been bastardized
Centuries on centuries have passed me by
What was the name of the man who owned the hands with which I was made?
Who built the arrogant ship that I became?
Who designed this shame?