The evil witches took my friend
I never saw him ever again
To a grim fate he was sacrificed
Hopelessly I wondered if he survived
I'm lost and I have no control
Wich way am I supposed to go?
As I where walking in the desert
I noticed sounds of fire from a close cave
A boiling cauldron could be heard in the distance
But what is my friend doing in that leash?
The evil witches saw me
As I drew my sword
People pass on by
But notice not the complexity
It's not their fault
It's the art of the game
I would appraise a hand
White flag caught in deliberation
Nowhere anywhere to be
Why even strive?

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