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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Odysseus's Quest I succumb not to thee; to this mast, I shall be bound As yonder lie lost souls of unjust blood and gore alas Play victim to sirens songs and lyres, nor be drowned This ship will sail sharpen rocks, allow not an impasse As yonder lie lost souls of unjust blood and gore alas As sirens with lyre continued in their so unholy quest This ship will sail sharpen rocks, allow not an impasse My sailors' ears dulled by wax, heeds not thy request As sirens with lyre continued in their so unholy quest With arms and hands to oars broken waves succumb My sailors' ears dulled by wax, heeds not thy request As in competition, the Siren's lyre stings more strung With arms and hands to oars, broken waves succumb Upon forewarned sailors to their calls shall they defeat As in competition, the Siren's lyre stings more strung With intentions that with your death you should meet Upon forewarned sailors to their calls shall they defeat To pass yonder this island, where Siren’s cast their ail With intentions that with your death you should meet As on the shores lie the bodies, of all those that failed To pass yonder this island, where Siren’s cast their ail Play victim to Sirens songs and lyres, nor be drowned As on the shores lie the bodies, of all those that failed I succumb; not to thee, to this mast, I shall be bound Indiana Shaw . . .
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