Possessive Demon

BROKEN

The air lamented over the tower, Why is the universe so happy to joke

What is it, universe? The joke this time is not funny even cut a soul so badly injured

You found us among the rhymes, split between twilight

Why, universe? Until it was so cruel that you separated from the candra that illuminated the dark of my night

No meaning of the aerospace without its

Don't break it again!