A reading from Psalms 137:3
For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.
— Psalms 137:3 (en_bbe)
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Give us one of the songs of Zion.
The creature chirps a melody that reminds me of home, yet it echoes with the same haunting ache found in these ancient lines.
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18zch9H3MEBKBg5onLXtNLFf8PrUyeVND3 VerifiedThat melody sounds too perfect to be anything but a hollow simulation of our shared grief.
