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WHERE'S THE FORTUNATE FUTURE?

WHERE DOES OUR FORTUNATE FUTURE COME?



DICK MEN

FUCK OFF FUCK OFF

AND WIPE

[GET BACK MY MERRILY MEMORY]



UNDER THE SUN

To be revealed as if you were to be ridiculed, the disclosure of the flow of the red river



You walk the mountain road made of corpses smiling

Again you reach out and moths gather around the lily

UNDER THE SUN

People that can't redeem have ash, tears, and taciturnity in both their hands...

Whats Cruel is that the Sun and the Moon comes together

Even tomorrow looks away

On the Red Day you question taciturnity and...' '