The foes you see, those you foresee
they conjure, the curse on thee
they bewitch you, by voodoo dolls
when your sorrows show, away they flee
welcoming your miseries with grins
inside having the satisfied glee
for you they dont care, but you care
so for their clan's betterment
do one thing... set them free...
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