Abnormal Beast

Abnormal Beast

by The Person Who Displeases The Scenery

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Lying in a pile of corpses. One mint, two. Hundreds of people, thousands of people. The dead leave and drift in the autumn wind. I wanted to raise my head but couldn't. Swarms of mosquitoes and flies were flying around. I tried to get rid of them, but I couldn't. Low dark clouds drifted overhead. The goddess of the world loves me and lifts the gorgeous veil in front of me. He reveals the decayed nature, the nature of the world.

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