This passing night as cold
Of a generation of smiles
This went to stars
The stars were a piece of broken vase
The kingdom of stone was on a rise,
Then the worker of mad came to fight,
The ruler of rule went to seek the man,
The man said no great will stand
This now anger god, which he will repay,
The price of his death will not still pay
The anger eyes of rose were always red
When the sleepy man sleeps
He wakes up in dread.
Mar 18, 2024
Mar 18, 2024 at 12:57 PM UTC
This passing night as cold
Of a generation of smiles
This went to stars
The stars were a piece of broken vase
The kingdom of stone was on a rise,
Then the worker of mad came to fight,
The ruler of rule went to seek the man,
The man said no great will stand
This now anger god, which he will repay,
The price of his death will not still pay
The anger eyes of rose were always red
When the sleepy man sleeps
He wakes up in dread.
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