I stick my nose outside for five minutes. And I see that everything is still burning. But I've decided to stay silent. I've buried the hatchet. Normally, I would have fought. I would have drawn the lightning bolts upon myself. So that, once again, I would take the blows for them. But all that is over. I've chosen to fight for myself. Because if I don't, No one will. Some play at manipulation. At crushing without mercy. And when karma catches up with them, should we welcome them with open arms? Like every time. Everyone believes them. How many blows do they want to take before they open their eyes? I have many shadows. But some are beautiful. Beautiful ones are rather rare. And sometimes, they soothe me. --- I have many shadows. But some are beautiful. Beautiful ones are rather rare. And sometimes, they soothe me. I won't intervene. I'm not a hero. I'm just a fucking rat. Who can't carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. I choose to sink into the abyss. You choose to burn in Suno City. Maybe I'll disappear. But I'll still be alive. So go ahead, fight. Find a head to chop off. There will always be one. So, I'll hide mine over there. It's much quieter in my dungeon. And there's only one throne. I'm safe here. The only danger is me. I have many shadows. But some are beautiful. Beautiful ones are rather rare. And sometimes, they soothe me. I have many shadows. But some are beautiful. Beautiful ones are rather rare. And sometimes, they soothe me. --- The city of Suno is a nest of lies. You're betrayed at the slightest obstacle. In the abyss, you're safe. Far from this senseless violence and these cries. Don't speak to me, I don't believe you anymore. Your words are just empty promises, I'm going to get sick. Keep up your foolish games. While my shadows speak to me. There's a shadow I avoid. More tenacious than your war. Another I seek, but which eludes me. The one that will silence the others. They form an army in the abyss. You surely won't survive it. Stay on the surface instead. And I'll stay where I am. I have many shadows. But some are beautiful. Beautiful ones are rather rare. And sometimes, they soothe me. Seriously, leave me alone. You know perfectly well who started this war. It's always the same tactic I explained to you. But you prefer to play the masochist. I helped you as best I could, but you always come back. I can't help those who refuse help. I already have enough of my own problems and demons. You'll see. T
