Soul Therapy Clinic
They sing in unison in a voice full of resentment that shocks people:
- OH. OH. I am the cruel executioner who is controlled by the hearts of people, and the innocent one who is held in the hearts of people. I hate the endless bondage, trying to give humanity one after another the key to the heart, and if only one person will stop opening the prison door, I can return to sleep peacefully in the arms. the comfort of the Void.
- OH. OH. I dig a bed in the garden of the soul, sow the sweet seed of Hope, but always reap the dry fruit of Desire; Planting green branches of Trust, but having to pick withered flowers of Doubt.
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