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Luckily you have fallen down from the heaven, where words bear miracles and sweetness. Since the fact is for real, you have paid enough to receive enough. Who knows where you would go, but I keep watching you everyday, through a mirror of faceless shape. Though you burn a stand-a-lone shape of God, to whom you worship, you still remember your own destination. Once they get you stuck, you get them stuck by your own way.

Only you can know the skills, only you can do the magical darkness, then you might be worth more than a fucking burnt grave of old letters. Others shall concern, but I don't mind. To whom you start to criticise, you are better than a damned yucky lemon. Then if you try to mend the whole pain inside, you'll immediately fail. Who then shows a contradiction, once made, will know the consequence of the fighting with us. It is the so-called "the preset hyperarchitecture", like you drink a drug contraindicated to your diseases.

Yes, you can shout loudly that you want the equilibrium but since it is difficultly set with your unique effort, you have been guided to a guilt overreaction. The same to a collision to God.