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"Repeating with dead variables, the heat born from counting With nowhere to send them, I record these pitiful monologues Fear like a lightning strike mixes into my veins Beyond the thick smoke of fine particles, a black kusarigama follows Even if I delete, even if I delete, even if I delete, even if I delete Even if I delete, even if I delete, even if I delete, even if I delete It won't go away My throat was crushed long ago, the sounds of my screams no longer form a line Upon the easy chair, a rotten crescent moon laughs It's almost right there, right there, right there Right there, right there, right there Right there, right there Something is coming After crying out loud, the people who set fire to the flag of salvation And the skeletons who kiss their collections and willingly shut themselves in coffins They whispered again: something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong Something's wrong, something's wrong If there were a utopia where everyone was saved for eternity The boat boarded by the adults who said so in unison exploded Black stars, black stars, black stars, black stars Black stars, black stars, black stars, black stars They are watching them A wailing flash stabs the eyes, the bell of farewell rings The answer tied by the history God made tastes like sand Repeating with dead variables, the heat born from counting I am questioning a star the color of someone's clear eyes Sorrow that can no longer be gathered eventually falls and becomes salt Prayer, suffering, sympathy, even pity will soon have a price Even if I turn my back now, turn my back, turn my back Turn my back, turn my back, turn my back, turn my back The screams I hear are vivid A fish that admonishes that letting go of happiness is the true aesthetic Swims in the sea of self-consciousness, the smell of spilled blood hangs thick Black stars, black stars, black stars, black stars Black stars, black stars, black stars, black stars They are watching me Repeating with dead variables, the heat born from counting With nowhere to send them, I record these pitiful monologues Crying cells return to the sea, gibberish clings tight Gray clouds are coming as if tracing the trajectory drawn by a swallow Begging for tomorrow with woven honor, hands are stained with hope I am questioning a star the color of your clear eyes If we could hold hands and love each other—I finally kill the dream that never came true The end of thought, a heat abnormality is occurring in its center It's not real, this isn't real, this isn't real This isn't real, I can't stand this My throat was crushed long ago, the sounds of my screams no longer form a line Upon the easy chair, a rotten crescent moon laughs It's already right there, right there, right there Right there, right there, right there Right there, right there Something is coming" A world after the extinction of humanity__ Or so it should have been, but for some reason, a human was there. Why that human is alive, and how they survived, is a mystery. __How will you spend your time?