Simply said
These times
A Reaper revels
Inadvertently
Inured
By his responsibilities
Hating the soul
Keeping the ghouls
Wandering
The conditions of past life
Kept my love
Out of sight
But in my mind
There is the over head
Bird
That I called the soul
The soul sore by the war
Harbinger
Of War
Perched

Keep the money
Of my soul
A Tamashi Currency