[DEFINE lèse majesté; "the insulting of a monarch or other ruler; treason" or "sedition; to overthrow".] He looked down on me, from that tall guillotine. Thousands of sakura were blowing around, obscuring my vision. These banquets of sorts... "war will never reach me" he has always said. My voice may never reach that cruel and twisted man, his hellish, floating world is consumed by darkness... Darkness that we could have avoided. "Your laments are in vain, yet you sing nonetheless." Singing? I prefer harking... That blue sky paradise is still so far away... With your mystical hands, concentrate for that blue distant sky. Thousands of sakura suddenly recede... all that is left from those beautiful petals are the shade hidden within my own eyes. "The colors of the past are returning, Madara. Surely you knew that long ago?" "You will fall to your knees just in time for this shearing guillotine to reach you. You will stay in your iron cage this banquet has given us, Yagura."
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