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Who is to blame?

Setting this world on flames

There's nothing left to tell

noone who saw even noticed it fell

There is noone left to tell

Just these dusty ashy remains



Come forward, seek your knowledge

Do it now, you still have some privilege

What is all this?

Where is that voice?

Sensing the cold drizzle souls...

Which have torn up this world...



So I entered an empty space

just these dusty ashy remains

could intimately be arranged to a face...