A bastard child is born.Children running on the bank of katsura river. Looking back, now seeing what you threw away. The cold water fills your lungs. Staring at the sky you smile. Now at the blood red showdown a laugh.A bastard child is born.
In arashiyama park he holds you. The blooming cherry blossom's float around as he kisses you. Again I go mad. His hand on you. Mouth to mouth. My skin crawls. highly praised ignorance on my part.
The snake sinking it's self deeper inside you. Don't you remember the cold night in which you destroyed me? A bastard child is born with the mask of a devil. Praise to all in the
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