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He came from the void, his eyes like snow, exuding white mist.

Firearms are his bargaining chips,
he is no longer as pitiful as he once was.

Her range is the abbreviation of her lifespan,
philosophy is the answer she pursues.

The White Knight raises her scythe high,
her burning blood pierces through the iron armor.

His anger drops to zero,
and justice is his dream.


I feed on delirium,
and build a bridge to reconcile with myself with my soul.