Siren Song
Along Life’s long sailing route where many ships sail by
A little island in the middle of nowhere appeals to the eye
Emitting an unfamiliar tune, fresh, no ear can deny
On that miniature paradise, many sailors chose to die
A place from which many don’t return, tied, forever bound
Those who try to sail away are mercilessly struck down
They hack to pieces their victims they’ve used, red and blood stained ground
Victims who could have made it in Life, never again to be found.
The serene ringing of the Siren Song piercing through the air
Singing promises of hope, acceptance, peace and tender care
Masked politicians, daggers in hands, wooing ships into their lair
A cross marks the spot where the bones are hurled
after the savages devour their share.
Decipher.
You know who I'm talking about.
A little island in the middle of nowhere appeals to the eye
Emitting an unfamiliar tune, fresh, no ear can deny
On that miniature paradise, many sailors chose to die
A place from which many don’t return, tied, forever bound
Those who try to sail away are mercilessly struck down
They hack to pieces their victims they’ve used, red and blood stained ground
Victims who could have made it in Life, never again to be found.
The serene ringing of the Siren Song piercing through the air
Singing promises of hope, acceptance, peace and tender care
Masked politicians, daggers in hands, wooing ships into their lair
A cross marks the spot where the bones are hurled
after the savages devour their share.
Decipher.
You know who I'm talking about.
resolute at 12:11 PM
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