Drag Out

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For it It Is call of the siren that lures me into the temptations in which no human should perform. The siren is all I can hear and which ocean she swims in an ocean is that of blood. These words have me in a trance in which I can never escape, I had my hands wrapped around her neck as on that very night I became a monster in which obeys the siren. I dragged that o'love of mine to the ocean and dropped her body into it to feed the hunger of the siren.

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