Silver-tongued, red-eyed, sharp-witted
A maiden befitting to be called "the serpent bastion"
Metals for skin, poisons for blood, a heart omitted
My life, forged in the irons of action
Neither a past to fall back on nor a future to look up to
I wander around in this place constantly shifting between realities
Being good, being evil, does it matter? I will carry through
Bounties, cruelties, anxieties, commonalities, mentalities
Equalities, duplicities, dualities, curiosities, divinities
All linked to false deities.
I'm an iron maiden, the serpent bastion
I'll bring justice from within
The end is set in motion
The crow, the king, the clown
They all play a part in
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Memory Fragments
幻想WARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
