psychopath

Just because we are in the endless eternal night, so you and I have long lost the right to cry If all the places in the world where the sun doesn't shine are called hell, then I think the darkest and most miserable hell where the sun never reaches should be the human chest city, an ever-expanding steel cage, in which countless people are forced to live, grow old, sick, and die, but the shackles are even heavier, and can block only mediocrity, and can't confine the arts at all; the iron windows are even stronger, and can bind only the weak, and can never imprison the beasts. But the shackles are heavy and can only prevent mediocrity, not art; the windows are strong and can only bind the weak, never imprisoned beasts. by: Jiang Weimian See the flowers? The flying petals are not the torn bodies of the flowers? You, my devout followers! Are you throwing these beautiful flowers to bless my righteous warriors who are about to go on the battlefield with a bright red ceremony, or are you throwing them out to bless my righteous warriors who are about to go on the battlefield with a bright red ceremony?