it’s the misfortune of the highest grade, the death game
in which a small and weak life gauge can’t be recovered
can you tell me the reason for why
God robbed that child of their life, or is that what they call fate?
the sun has set, we ignite fireworks waiting for insanity in the summer night
without knowing that the embers would vanish in blood, you… on that day, my memories and tears…
I prayed to God; kill me instead of her
living, dying or even going to hell - anything is fine
can you teach me what the value is in praying to God?
an irresponsible God that loves us with cruelty
at least, will that child give the world a feeling of being at ease?
if you are there, answer me, right now
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