Prophaners are marching abreast towards a tarn above the tainted stream. Watching them go, I reminisce about a hest bid by an obsolescent meme.
"Behold, New Art shall be the Only God", Which I easily controvert. "How many new arts have you got in this illimitable world?"
I know New Art lies on a knoll. Also it is put under the coral reaf. New Art encourages an upwelling soul. I can find it anywhere with certain belief.
A sleeping girl glitters in a lotus petal. I stroke her hair like a pious acolyte, Hoping she will be free from all spites that meddle. This behavior seems as artistic as alexandrite, Which is also New Art. No one has disregard.
I hope New Art prevails, and no life vainly derails.
All art is quite useful.
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天使を召還する 剣を手に与える 彼女の翼に手を掛けて 僕は宙を舞った
飛びながら魔法を放つ 敵の攻撃を防ぐために 天使は悪を斬りつける 生き甲斐のように
Sorcerian.. I cannot play it well Yet you shall not die No intimation is needed