lost deeply through these tethered wings many people tell me
to find the lost king through this moss no matter the cost
that is not the story of a maid that shins in the morning
glory admitting life short without a hero starting out with
zero seven people ran all washed away in the night rain the
people turn into demons creature but for some reasons the
love of nature life is pure as a glacier water but for some
reason it gets hotter looking at myself realizing me myself
is denying life is pure don't ever wast it I wake up in the
basement. One thing is true no one knows the real truth in
this story except me and the demons brewing.