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You are
The tender heart of the devils,
They can’t
Drive you away.
You still live in the underworld.
Evil cries
Because of your existence.
Satan falls for you.
You are
Flowers of the road of the dead,
You make
The roads of the dead into red,
As if a red carpet,
Welcome the newcomer.
Your petals are bright red,
As if our blood.
You are
The comfort of the dead souls,
When they see you,
They forget their life in the secular world.You lead them to the trail,Rhadamanthus,
Minos and Aeacus are waiting for them,
Deciding their life
Torture or joy.
