It all started as a joke, then the joke became more real, but what I did not know is that in the end, the wizard became a soul.

Its predecessor, one of a kind wizard had a great journey, but once he came close to the flame, he transmuted into the soul that is today.

I don’t mind whether I win or lose, because the whole of life is stories, told over a crock of ale in the world or in the afterlife. So here is a poem for the memories:

Zombie, zombie, who were you? Zombie, zombie, were you a human once? Zombie, zombie, why are there so many people like you?

Human, human, i was a person once. Human, human, i used to dream. Human, human, but people treathed me like **** and i am one now.

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