Siren ocean fairytale
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The siren of today doesn't lure men to death,
But instead uses it for good, until her last, dying breath.
Her ocean is polluted, her lungs filled with muck,
She has to admit that she is now stuck.
Little sailor how you run,
swimming up to the surface.
But it is too late you see,
far too deep to escape.
