They set the bird free from cage, but clipped her wings.
They will let you run, but on a frictionless floor.
They will listen you, but in vacuum.
They will let you sleep, but on bed of thorns.
They want you to swallow food, but without water.
They will feed you, but pebbles.
They will let you breath, but in no atmosphere.
They will not use sward, but will tear your heart apart.
They will cure your wounds, but with the salt.
They won’t kill you, but neither let you live.