2]Siren Song

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I lay in the covers, my time has come;

Do I regret the deeds that I have done?

No, I mustn't, for I did,

I would be a mockery, a kid.

I start to shake against my bed,

My thoughts shrieking in my head.

I wonder of those times I flew,

Free of danger(though was not true).

Now my freedom has been stolen from me,

Cause of it, a treachery.

My wings were ripped off, from the core;

A pain that none had known before.

My feathers drifted off in the wind,

I searched for them, but find them, I never did.

No, actually, I found one, on my own;

After my wings were gone, I was all alone.

No one cared for me, understandable;

What I did was wrong , my actions were contemptable.

I see my mistakes, now, of course;

Though I lay here, still as a corpse.

Those songs I wrote of justice and gain;

Were just things I wanted through pain.

Even though, I can no longer bear flight;

I wish to do just one last thing right.

My friend, though you no longer consider me as so;

Remember my words, bright as snow...

"There will be a time(When, I don't know),

that your doubts seem truthful(rightfully so).

On this day, scram out his name,

and the king becomes yours, to win the game.

What game, I speak of, you may ask?

Not quite a game, as much as a task.

The evils in the world you know,

Shall race through your heart, bleed your soul.

Quite a grusome task, I'm afraid,

But on this deathbed, that I am laid,

I speak to you in my final hour;

Take my advise, use our power.

Three times shall you grieve, and thus, fall;

Become stronger, dare to reveal it all.

For if you do, life will persist;

If false, God shall be pist,

And when he is blurred by anger;

All will die, even the one in the manger...

Pray, in the sky's infinite length;

Gather the stars, grow in strength.

They shall guide you to your fate;

A cruel joke we cannot escape.

Fear the evils of the world, but,

Do not become another body, curled.

Remember my will had been good and true;

Promise me to do the same for you..."

My life should have never existed;

But now I rest, glad to be dead.

I know my life can no longer go on,

Remember me, and my song...

Please...Mourn me not,

Just make me another memory, one forgot....

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