Run!

Around a bubbling cauldron

each of us stands

putting in any ingredient,

the first that comes up in our heads.

There is none but one simple rule,

apologies should not be said,

whatever you throw

can never be taken back.

There is no redemption,

with one tiny mistake

you can rot all the good

inside the cauldron.

History no longer matters

and I am advising you to run away

before my madness casts a hex

on your worthless soul.

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