[Bauklötze - Mika Kobayashi, Hiroyuki Sawano🎶]
Some souls learn to cry blood
after they grow up.
I do not know
if such blood-souls were loved.
They learned to fall apart.
When they were drowned in red and surfaced,
they learned to take a deep breath,
not to believe in life after death,
that they died thousands of times while they were already alive and that no one could fix them.
I woke up last night, God. There was blood everywhere. I got up. I checked my house. My house was in a little spiritual confusion. Dead dreams had been thrown into the living room. I couldn't look, they were so beautiful. Someone had murdered in my house. Then I went to the bedroom. My heart was lying there big. But it was dying. Then I went to the kitchen. There was trash full of mental fractures. Stop! Someone had committed murder. And someone thought I couldn't stand up. Previously committed murders were now paid for one by one. And God, I was killing and burying it myself this time.
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