A Little Story Before Sleep

Part 17

Gripping fist

Black hair creepy

Bound and respected anyone

Trying to destroy everything

Moving up upwards

Fast and sharp turn

Then he stood

Straightened with confidence

Tinkling sound of drums reverberated

War sign will arrive

The entire contents of the turbulent heart

Guard troops were stunned

With all the power

One word, burning thousands of lives

One string of words, destroy the whole earth

Sometimes beauty is misused

Being cursed dagger callous

Drum was already rung

Electricity stranded into song

Stomping everything, make all creatures hypnotized

Moving like someone who is passionate without control

We lost in the illusion of how wonderful the world

Out there, we were beaten, stabbed, and thrown into the distance

Then we tortured again, by the false gods had no favor

Whatever the power, we are infected by their potions

Softness always come to anyone

For those who never give up

To always fight in the zone with no apparent lasting reality

For the sake of a meaning, which even contains only one sentence, or one word

Harp and piano sound reverberated in the night

Sign imagination and mood war has ended

Grieving the whole sense of the dead

Remembering their services inherent in the soul lantern

Clap clap sound, making quiet arena battle

Soften the hearing and the outpouring of hope

Grooved and rhythmic, the more delicate and delicious

Made me very comfortable, to sleep.