Into a blissful ignorant cloud
I depart, from the arc of arrows
Raining slaughter and havoc.
Apart, from the crimson flow
That ravages these times
Into a blissful ignorant cloud
I depart, from the arc of arrows
Raining slaughter and havoc.
Apart, from the crimson flow
That ravages these times
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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