Lies are mixed up in this stew,
illustrating can be so cruel,
there's a voice left or only a few,
a witch will boil the brew,

Under water, the happening,
reborn again as a shiny,
flip and no, there's no tails.
I'm not under breathing
of the dice rolling heads.

I'm reborn.
Check mate again.
Flushed with red cheeks,
I'll now begin shooting.