O Devilish Siren
The waves roar.
But you can't drown out the voice.
You can't handle any more.
See you have a choice.
Down to the depths of the churning sea.
Or up the sky's where you can be free.
She sits on a rock.
Not an inch to be moved.
Her gaze you have locked.
But your heart's yet to be soothed.
Her call beckons.
And you know you've lost.
The rocks are your reckoning.
You're life is the cost.
See this is what happens when you mess with.
Death.
This is your fate if you listen.
To the devilish sirens song.
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