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Swamp
The garden of roots, thick with lies,
With mud on your boots, here you have ties.
The hag now is slain, her refuge now spent,
Act not in vein, be smart but lament.
Sorrow and lost, as natural as day,
To leave is a cost, I'm afraid you must pay.
Your minds have been skewed, but waver you not,
Trust in your brood, or stay here to rot.
Find your way!
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by 3 Armored Kittens · Prodromos v.1.1 - World Anvil 0.9.15.042 © 2017-2024 [en] | Anvil Time: 01:29, Nov 13 2024