AN I know there are terrible mistakes in there and it doesn't even make sense, but I can't help it. Maybe you can tell me what I thought and why I wrote it?
Disclaimer Not mine. Of course not. Ask all the guys I mentioned in the poem and a few more if you still don't believe it.
Kumbricia telling fairytales
Lurline fucking the Unnamed God
The Wicked Witch of the West is dead
And so is the Witch of the North.
They never lived, they never were
Less real than their deities
Now those are here and these are there
The blur of two realities.
The Eastern Witch was left one day
Even after her death she cried
The Western Witch soon followed her way
Though all just had been lied.
The Good Witch wasn't better than we
The Wicked Witch was good
The third, called Wicked, couldn't see
He didn't love her as he should.
Appearances are everything
Everything and the whole
The blood is shed and now we sing
Not knowing 'bout switched roles.
You can see beauty in the rain
But no one cares to see
A good witch dies in dire pain
Her murderes are we.
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