If ye had been the prey thee must hath realised,
How could one feel, if ye set bait which never feed the mice, just a piece to decide its designation under the influence.
To be killed by the hero it had imagine to give it food,
Not realising it is just a bait to become the part of their game of archer and prey.
If ye had been the prey thee must hath realised,
How could that mice have felt being the prey and the archer.
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