SMOL

  • Id:

    7e96d7fff3a0c0cbffbfc5ec204d8620811bccbd0f14507a9a9ec8795a784beb
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  • Prompt:

    Write a protest rock song from the perspective of a civilian trapped in a cycle of war. The lyrics should focus on the emotional and physical toll of violence—especially on children and mothers. Use powerful imagery to depict the horror and repetition of war. Include metaphors for trauma, such as voices in the head, dreams that scream, or memories that burn. The tone should be mournful, angry, and haunting. Repetition of certain lines is welcome to emphasize the cyclical nature of violence.

  • Image:

    Ashes on the Playground

  • Description:

    The image features a woman with red hair, wearing a blue jacket, and looking directly at the viewer. She appears to be a character from a video game, possibly a protest song or a story about war. The woman's expression and posture convey a sense of determination and resilience, as if she is fighting against the cycle of violence. The scene is set against a dark background, which further emphasizes the emotional weight of the image. The woman's red hair stands out against the darkness, drawing the viewer's attention to her and the message she represents.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Ashes on the Playground
Tags: Protest Rock, Emotional, Dark, Blues Rock

[Verse 1]
Smoke curls like fingers through shattered skies,
Children cry where laughter used to rise.
The ground is cracked with mothers’ prayers,
Carried off on winds that never care.

[Chorus]
Ashes on the playground, echoes in my head,
Every dream is screaming, every hope is dead.
I wake to sirens, I sleep in fear,
And the war keeps turning, year by year.

[Verse 2]
Walls bleed stories, brick by brick,
Time repeats, the wounds don’t stick.
A voice keeps whispering, \"Run, don’t stay,\"
But where do you run when night feels like day?

[Chorus]
Ashes on the playground, echoes in my head,
Every dream is screaming, every hope is dead.
I wake to sirens, I sleep in fear,
And the war keeps turning, year by year.

[Bridge]
We're ghosts marching in a burning parade,
With lullabies carved from grenade.
The lull of peace is a silent scream,
Buried beneath a mother’s dream.

[Chorus]
Ashes on the playground, echoes in my head,
Every dream is screaming, every hope is dead.
I wake to sirens, I sleep in fear,
And the war keeps turning, year by year.

[Outro]
[Fade Out]
The fire returns, again and again,
Children grow in shadows, learning pain.
Ashes on the playground, the cycle remains…