~Shadow…Verse Nana~
Resentment
Pitiful
Disgrace
Will these tainted hands
Be cleaned
Though colourless
Its foul odour still haunts
Seven strikes
A foolish slave
Ungrateful
Weak
Forgetful of his purpose
"Will I…be forgiven?"
I should never had started it
It drove slowly in
The first day was safe
But the next
I perished
The first blast initialized
The next six
How many times has it been?
For how many years?
This…is the 6th year
One who repeats his mistakes is a fool
That is I…a fool.
