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Sirens in the Park, singing songs

wading through a sea of grass

singing songs of children past

wading through a sea of bones

the siren's song haunts us all.

 

Us who tread on stolen land

hearing songs of children past.

Sirens screaming songs

with stolen voices, forced to labor.

Hoarse and labored sing the voices:

Battle On. The siren forces

out her battle song.

 

She forces her opponent's 

body open. With siren song

their minds are stolen.

Malleable yet fully broken.

Sirens shaping songs

from melodic sticks and rabbit bones.

We never walk alone,

Wrapped up warm in siren song.