A WITCH’S BREW

red paradise

 

A WITCH’S BREW

 

Our paradise is lost,

Never to return again.

To the winds, we are tossed,

Peace to be replaced by pain.

 

Like a cold witch’s brew,

An Oasis for all.

Now a hell for the few,

Who remain to tell all.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

 

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