</>My business
as a freelance wooden runt inside the classroom
i'm having a lesson with those stones..
Though it's none of your business about my business,
yet i'm willing to tell.
My business
as a stranger to everyone.
You should not watch me, shouldn't you see me by chance.
Last night you ran into my altar, cutting in my ceremony
Turning the whole thing into a blasphemy...
Don't you utter sorry,
my master will look into your heart, so avoid cutesie
You interrupt my service for my honorable master,
i've only sacrificed half my soul
the remaining half is penetrating you when you down the blood.
diddle you...
I have no blood.
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