12-24-2023, 12:37 AM
On a boat near the shores of the sea, the boy investigated restlessly. The paranoia filled the boy's mind, and so he inquired:
A paper felt down from the old chest, the wind seemingly helped the paper out of its Jail.
And so... there it was—an image, a photo, a new's paper.
...
Why were THEY doing in it? The boy inquired to himself.
And so he looked, with his eyes WIDE open.
...
They were never LOST,
They were DEAD. All the restless nights of investigating, all the PAIN meant NOTHING.
And so the boy cried, in despair... realizing his LACK of control. He couldn't do anything from the start, he was nothing but a peon on the grand scheme of the universe. His pain and grief its nothing on the eyes of those above.
And then, as he continued reading, he realized who's fault it was. His eyes glowed, glowed with anger. And so he screamed in anger—the name of those who took control over his life, RIPPING him apart from what he most loved.
The MIKO'S will pay.
I'LL TAKE CONTROL.
Quote:
"Where may they be? Is it that my luck has run out? Will I ever find them?
If only... if only I had control over the fate that was placed on me, to take the strings, to make them ring.
And yet, no matter how much I ask, how much do I investigate?
It seems as if they were deleted from reality.
But that can't be it. There's got to be something!"
A paper felt down from the old chest, the wind seemingly helped the paper out of its Jail.
And so... there it was—an image, a photo, a new's paper.
...
Why were THEY doing in it? The boy inquired to himself.
And so he looked, with his eyes WIDE open.
...
They were never LOST,
They were DEAD. All the restless nights of investigating, all the PAIN meant NOTHING.
And so the boy cried, in despair... realizing his LACK of control. He couldn't do anything from the start, he was nothing but a peon on the grand scheme of the universe. His pain and grief its nothing on the eyes of those above.
And then, as he continued reading, he realized who's fault it was. His eyes glowed, glowed with anger. And so he screamed in anger—the name of those who took control over his life, RIPPING him apart from what he most loved.
The MIKO'S will pay.
I'LL TAKE CONTROL.