Coming Back

Why would you seek me out, child?
I am a hospital for souls
And all my beds are full
I am not the water in which you need
I am a dried oasis
Why would you come here?
Have you come to start a war?
Retreat back
Back from which you came
You are not welcome here anymore.

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