W is for that land of your birth, it will be taken, for thoughtless Wayward children fail gravely from being saved.

I go could for that when choosing it can only one’s Ill civilization to bring out the worst in others.

T forms the reminder to never Taunt what has shown to be stopped.

C suits the Curses that infest in others wits that nearby blood to spill all will to split away, meaningless.

H is known not as misery nor ecstasy, but that Halfway-residence that rests, between, forgotten.

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