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I have nothing to write when I have nothing to do. I hope I can spray
[You listen to the lies those people tell, and you watch their dance.
They burn to charcoal, they sleep under the ice;
They have mountain bones as their hearts, they suffer in the water;
They make coffins of fragrant grass, they are kissed by thunder;
Perhaps forgetfulness is liberation, perhaps blindness is a gift.
The sin is done, please witness the greatest judgment in the world.
Intention: Even though we know that the road ahead is full of thorns, we still move forward regardless of our own safety.