The sky like a spoiled child
dog dreams spit often slaughter
greedily spell out yearning escapes from reality
hidden!
wine full of sin naively expected to treacherous awareness
our desire alone again the reality of NIP
dreams suffer
ephemeral dance krew
spit
secretly you!
Our mother has always!
with the despair of NIP especially red life
a crime
It spit Now, for each world
delusive shadow always revenge...