.Hunter of tears, relative pain
Half of this world is dark with the stain
The stain of unknowing
The dead flower buds,
On smiling lips is innocent blood
The corpse of your god can only rot and grow cold
Now promise me you'll kill me before I get old
I hear you on the telep.
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