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             ❛ our 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 need 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 to 𝐬 𝐮 𝐫 𝐯 𝐢 𝐯 𝐞. ❜
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     🎴 ❱  𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐈.  死に神 / HE WHO DEVOURS ALL. 
    tell me, how 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 does it 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 a 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 to 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ?
    shaky fingers pluck at the thin strings, the sound 
    of the biwa ringing through the air. the beauty of 
    the music is all he has to offer to his god, bruised
    hands moving slowly along the chords. he asks ; 
    how long until my god comes to save me  ?  how 
    much more abuse shall i endure until he answers 
    all of my prayers ? his fingers begin to pull harder 
    at the instrument, strings cutting deep into flesh 
    as blood drips down the wooden surface. he grits
    his teeth, the beauty of the music fading ﹠ being
    replaced with a morbid tone. he asks ; why have i
    been ignored  ?  his god must be laughing at him, 
    he must be enjoying his torment. flowing rhythm 
    is thrown off, body consumed by sin ﹠ sorrow as
    he cries out in the pain he couldn't keep in  .   .   . 
    ━  ﹠  the   strings   of   the  biwa   finally   snap   !⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀