The Traveling Bands of the Gridlock Plains: part one
The air tasted of freedom,
But it cost a fee to breathe.
And those who could afford it
Would soon learn what envy sheathed.
Out here there were no sheriffs,
Nor priests to save your soul.
If you were unhappy
You would pay a greater toll.
Bandits controlled Gridlock
Just like the streets of town.
The only difference being
The lack of chains and bounds.
The injustice was about the same.
