Dorimuita

I. LOVE. Apples...


It's sounds funny, but it's like... Alcohol! I'm addicted! A feetish! (Misspelled for younger viewers... make em think a "Feetish" is a love for apples with feet... xD)

I was the first
Just do not know anything
As they liked to play
She is crying

Ahh, so the world is monochrome, it is not?
By saying that the various

second, I
All of which are known, the price
While fear of the consequences
She kept singing

Ahh the world is odd, is not?
I will try and stop it

The third I
struggled out of her mind
The believers, in which she was able to take and
Her voice is lost

Ahh the world is not so burdensome?
I will sing to the back where my

"Understanding.:" Having investigated. "
It ...
The truth sooner or later,
Is assumed to connect and share with them
If I kill myself several times
Right?

Fourth I,
She kept both arms down
Shout to give up
Not the end

Ahh the world is colored, it does not
I will say to increase the color

Fifth, I
knew that
She did not want to consider
The consequences

Ahh is the fear and the world is not?
I will leave the prison

Sixth I,
Has she gone sick, with a hoarse throat?
She sealed her lips

Ahh the world there was silence, did not hold it
I will say from the heart

If pale
Is increased, then
How many times
I killed myself?
We, who vanished
Where are we?

then was born
the me
innocent
nervous
bold
blind
modestly
mute I
There is not so much by the Poor little thing?
Born to
blessings
hopes
deceptions

If an "intellect" and "the doctrine of"
To remain with the color
So I
For a number of times
born
and disappear
it seems

Seventh, I killed myself.

Hung on the cross, she had looked up to heavens ... They are delighted: "Repent, and repent", voice of the prayer is easing. Surrender has reduced it to nothing. Light the flame of hatred. Death weighed upon them. She set fire to heaven, she was transported and roasted in justice. Would seem to be and be seen to be in the land of vampires to deceive. Those who had been taken with a soothing magic are punished. Demons cry, bound to a cross to claim before a bad reputation. Virtue to Vice. If you think: a charge of black magic lights the holy water in an inferno. She has lost her way. Folly men would continue to burn the red evening sun, and forget about the magic that stops time. Now is the time for joy, shout and laugh ...

"Do not forget the reason for your suffering," they would chant.