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May 25
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𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘,                                                             ­                                           
"𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙—𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ?"                                                     ­                 
𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠.                                                                                                                                                                                ­      
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒.                                                                       
                                                                ­                            
                                                            
   ­                                                                 ­                Shedding diamonds
                                                        ­                            Shedding diamonds
                                                        ­                         Worse than diamonds
                                                        ­                             Watching—helpless
                                               ­                                              Can't undo this

                                                           ­             Shedding
                                                                ­                             diamonds
                                                        ­                                           Maybe
                                                                ­                                        I can
                                                             ­                                                    Buy
                                                             ­                                                    Buy
                                                             ­                                                    Buy
                                                             ­                            Your resurrection
                                                    ­                                   If only
                                                                ­                                    I could  
                                                         ­                                                        buy
                                                             ­                            Your resurrection
                                                    ­                         With all these
                                                                ­                                      tears shed


Your life was in my hands. And now? Gone.
Not stolen. Not taken. Just...removed.
So easily. So effortlessly. So perfectly.
Now—Look at it. This empty corpse.
Still warm. Still, lifeless. Still yours.  
But you don't get to keep it.
And now— Tell me.
How does it feel—death?


                                                                ­                    Shedding
                                                                ­                                      diamonds
                  ­                                                                 ­     Wish it
                                                                ­    were glass
                                                           ­                                            Shedding
                                                                ­             diamonds
                                           ­                                        Can't bring you back

  
                                                             ­                                Shedding
                                                                ­        diamonds
                                                ­                                           Maybe I can
                                                                ­                                                 buy
                                                             ­                                 I could
                                                                ­                                                 buy
                                                             ­                     I've got
                                                                ­                                to
                                                                ­                                                 buy
                                                             ­                          Your reincarnation

                                                  ­              Somehow
                                           ­                                                            I will

                                                    bring you back

                                                           ­                       If not

                                                               ­                    in return to me

                                                   Then
                                                                ­                               in place of me


Ah. But you can't. Your life is dead.
Reunions can't be purchased.
A corpse is a corpse.

Not just his.
Soon to be yours.

The world—fooled.
Believing heroes always win.

They don't.
You won't.

You may be stronger than me.
But without your life?

You are nothing.

Your life—
Removed by my hands.
Now your breath—

Removed by your own.

Oh, dear hero—
Reunions aren't for sale.
And victory—

Cares not for morality.

My dream is fulfilled.
I never needed strength.
Only your agony.

So tell me—
How does it feel—death?


                                                               ­               YOU
                                                                ­                                       CAN'T
                                                                ­  IMAGINE
                                                       ­                                       Y O U
                                                       C A N ' T
                                                                ­                          I  M  A  G  I  N  E

                                                                ­                    SHEDDING
                                                              D I A M O N D S
                                                               ­                              M O R E
                                                                ­ THAN

                           D I A M O N D S
                                                               ­            W  O  R  S  E

                                                 THAN
                                                                ­
                                                                ­                          D I A M O N D S


                                                      S  H  E­  D  D  I  N  G  


                                             ­                           D I A M O N D S
                                                               ­            

 S   H   E   D   D   I   N   G
                                                                ­                   D  I  A  M  O  N  D  S


                     ­                                          S   H   E   D   D   I   N   G



 D    I    A    M    O    N    D    S




                  ­                                             S     H     E     D     D     I     N     G




  D        I        A-

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