Fate

Conscience has been lost since then Purgatory was born How many people are roaring in pain How many people are singing But who knows their wishes It is freedom and escape They are pupae Continuously cocooning oneself They can't help themselves Unless that day comes They untie their wings This article combines ten thousand thunders in one body, the thunder of heaven. Mines. NP □ QJ LQ Father and son Brothers Upper and lower years All bloody situations This article is a time-travel attack. Reckless preference. Please bring your own lightning rod when entering this article.