詩人：鴉夜

It back shoulderd it
Be trayed proof
Black cross


Now kill!!
It tears because of the thunder.


Botn hands are expandedand accepted
until this body can not

Treat the dog


Now judge!!
Aim at the heart


…It is not possible to do?


It kills
It judges

I am afflicted by nobody
Even in case of the god

I can not kill