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Life I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND "THE WORLD". WHEN I CAN'T UNDERSTAND "ME". . . . . .HOW COULD I GRASP THE CONCEPT OF "THE WORLD"? THE EXISTENCE OF ME IS EMPTY. "I" AM ALWAYS EMPTY. IM LIKE A DOLL THAT'S MISSING PARTS. THERE'S NOTHING. A BROKEN DOLL THAT CAN'T BECOME FULLY HUMAN. . . . . .A DEFECT. In that city shrouded in fog. . . there is no mercy. Innocent soul inside your prison that spews forth smoke and cries out. . . Dye your holy book crimson! And go forth into oblivion. . . smiling at Death's hollow kiss. --------Godchild vol.1--------

Posted by: Deaths Greeter Mon Aug 11, 2008 @ 02:55pm

In that city shrouded in fog. . . there is no mercy.

Innocent soul inside your prison that spews forth smoke and cries
out. . .

Dye your holy book crimson!

And go forth into oblivion. . . smiling at Death's hollow kiss.
--------Godchild vol.1--------

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