The moment of creation is approaching soon, and you will be forced to make a choice.

 

Even if you recite it yourself that it’s not a sacrifice, you cannot hide your trembling lips.

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Chewing on it like you can’t understand it, the taste of justice resembles iron rust.

 

As if to change this moment, the one who embarks takes a small step.

 

In order to take back your lost smile, you rise up and armor yourself in your courage.