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Story - Gothic Lolita Propaganda
Even now I sleep
In a coffin that smells of roses.
The bells that mourn the people who die, proclaim an awakening.
Setting its bound soul free.
What is reflected in the eyes of the water spirits,
Are the days of the past.
What surfaces on my porcelain skin,
Is the holy soul that sculpts my heart.
Set it free, hold your sword up high.
Bury the fool.
Cut it away, for as long as you live
Except the reward of death.
For those who fight, let there be the blood of judgment.
For those who beg for mercy, let there be elation.
The words that my smoldering lips spin
Are a lullaby that will destroy everything.
The blood of the sacrifice freezes
Cutting apart its limbs.
If you swear
To go against the gods and sacrifice yourself
Then I will go with you to the holy war.
And if you are lamenting on the brink of despair
Tangled up in the delusions that you inlaid.
Then I will be by your side
In exchange for the proof that we died together.
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