Vixen Plasek Poems

When I was young I was told of heaven
Skies above occupied by my loving redeemer
But by age fourteen I was praying for sevens
Needing just a little bit of luck
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Along the rocks of the emerald seas of the pacific you find the siren
Beautiful, and scaly creature that can sing like an opera star
Songs sang to sailors crossing
Crossing across the emerald seas
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As I walk the earth, each day gets harder
On the one hand, I'm loved, but on the other, I'm hated
I can't fight it anymore, so why bother
To people, I'm a monster living among them
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