The siren burst out screaming
Locking up in the corner
I think it is just the beginning
Of what just intends to be going
Sin of the fate is like siren
Devours seraphic offenders
Their helpless affaires are crying
And take consolation of neighbors
Watching at the conditions
That belong to no standard
Calling theirselves: “Oh, my precious!”
They’re just the kind of God’s senders.