Bayou
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Last published Tue, Oct 4, 2022
In my hometown, there is a high amount of superstition that goes on around here and you have to be extremely careful with whom you entrust your secrets. As a matter of fact, nobody can ever truly be trusted even your own mother especially with the secrets mama and I keep from this town. These secrets can lead to chaos and death.
There is this legend that by the bayou there are sirens who call upon you from the great beyond. If you answer the call or it's brought to you then you're doomed and there's no running or hiding since now they want you. You'll forever be a soldier fighting battles and never have a home or a sweetheart to keep you sane... There's a folk song we sing about the bayou:
Beware of the bayou
My mother told me beware of the bayou don't listen to the trattorias waves coming for you at the speed of light
Don't you go to the bayou past midnight or you'll hear the sirens coming calling upon as a soldier
fighting endless battles no way to stop it be a soldier till the end of time
never knowing home as a place no bloodshed
Only home is the bloody battlefield
Watch out for the calling....
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