Interstellar Traitor

There is a gorgeous starry sky above the head, the road is an evil thought paved with mud, the endless abyss is in front of you, and the decaying roots are behind you. They will grow roots that will seal their throats with blood, and will soon pierce this hypocritical world. They are flames, swallowing black currents that are more arrogant than the stars; they are more dazzling than the stars; they bring more eternal hope than the stars.