The other side
of the soul
there is a
secret sacrifice
under the storm.
Justice by all
means for he is
murdered in
cold blood.
You have a
second chance to
change the situation.
Scorched by crossing
paths with the
other two are
in sync with
the rosy clouds.
Our ancestors have
all lived and die.
We must live
our own lives.
Clean the house
and find our
missing justice
by any means.
Someone you thought
you knew has
betrayed you.
But destiny called
and a part
of me died.
There's no place
like home to
embrace the untamed.
His inner growth
is necessary to
survive the storm.
Nothing ever is
worst than being
an outcast in
your very own
house.
The siege is
still going on,
both in your
mind and outside
the corridor.
To survive is
to win the war.
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