Betrayal of insults that make you shrink,
Coming from cowards you knew yesterday,
Trap you on the road to new islands,
Where the water is blue all the time,
Why did you shake hands with devils,
And wave to cruelty that sang your name,
Kick this habit of listening to topics,
Whose themes are laid on the rungs of a ladder,
That goes nowhere but under,
You are sinking in the muddy springs,
Of yesterday's storm with its grassy
meanderings that take you nowhere,
Just wizard tricks of failures,
These moorings that keep you down.
You could turn into a wizard yourself,
Drink a concoction you mixed alone,
That cures the insides of your internals,
And renders you bristling new with nettles,
That pierce a witch and kill a wizard.
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