The pain felt like it was being torn apart, and indescribable anger spurted out. People who have a glimpse of the power of God can no longer stop, and the war for the throne is endless.
Clicking, clicking, the gears of fate are turning in the prescribed direction, and no one can stop it from moving forward.
"When you find that the world you live in is just a constructed false illusion, will you give up this false peace and step into the hell of no return?"
"You can't ask for it."
"Why are you willing to get involved in this dispute and participate in the fight for the throne of the king?"
"If you want to believe the pie painted by cerebral palsy! Ah, I am not cerebral palsy..."
"What makes you..."
"There's so much bullshit, if you want to ask, just ask the key points!"
"Then let me ask you the most basic question, how do you enter the battlefield of this conspiracy?"
"..."
"..."
"I'm thinking about it! I'm thinking about it!"
Intention: You are willing to heal my wounds, and I am willing to listen to your sad songs
