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-Individual Irresponsibility-

Time, like raindrops, comes, passes, forgets, flows

and regenerates through a natural intact cycle.

Souls, like the infinite time, ready in time of crisis,

mourn and suffer for their mistakes,

but there is no turning back.

The tears of the souls bring floods

that lure the lusty bodies of the irresponsibles.

Desperate ethereal faces and eerie torturous howls,

echoing in the judge’s halls.

Just like a work of art that has not yet taken shape,

the creator finds inspiration

in the lamentations of heaven.

With blood the canvas unfolds

the drama of the souls, the pain of the flesh.

Watered with tears, hands hide the despair,

the hopelessness on the irresponsibles' faces

Bodies and flesh torn by sin,

for mercy beg, but their pain abounds.

Pain crushes bones, dreams, souls and hopes,

unbearable weight, crushed the creation.

The ego that is now judged

desperately seeks escape from its peers.

Loneliness of the Ego drowns in its own tears now.

Just like a work of art that has not yet taken shape,

the creator finds inspiration

in the lamentations of heaven.

With blood the canvas unfolds

the drama of the souls, the pain of the flesh.

Individual irresponsibility drifted

to bottomless depths of eternal silence

A silence that becomes a thousand pieces of howls