My precious little thing, you have a black black heart. My ugly little thing, your dreams are hurting me. These dreams are like soldiers lost in the woods with no connection to their command. The mission is aborted, the country they were going to invade has disappeared from the map, it’s just a blue patch of the ocean now. Let’s go deep deep into the woods and shoot them all down. Their blood will drip drip into the earth and make the roots rot. But it will put an end to their stomping at last.
My darling, it was so naïve to think that you could get nice and pure sometime in the future.
My darling, it was so naïve to think that you could get nice and pure sometime in the future.