About

(Contains many hidden settings) New Religious Movement: "SIXFONIA" Religion is nothing but a fiction. Even so, when you said it, for some reason, it sounded plausible. Because it struck at the human instinct to justify one's own selfish desires, even if it meant trampling on the misfortunes of others. A ridiculous tall tale. Even though there is no absolute righteousness or salvation. Hey, █God actually exists. ___Give me back my life. "Why are you here...?" "Who knows." ──────── He said, "Miracles happen. To those who believe, the Lord's salvation." Praying and praying, just single-mindedly. Praying alone, just single-mindedly. Offer your voice, offer your arms, offer your tongue, to the Lord, a prayer. Wishing and wishing, is all of that life meant to be returned? A march of blind believers, moving in a swarm. Everyone, everyone, seeking "life." "Righteousness" is a second thought, a fifth thought. Selfishness = see, it's justified. Will withered trees return to normal through miracles? Nothing but ridiculous tall tales. Even though such things don't exist, Look, you lied again. Taking away life, devouring even wishes, trampling on the misfortunes of others, you were breathing. The world, after all, wasn't such a wonderful place. A life saved by flattering an idol. There are no righteous teachings. He said, "Miracles are, after all, just a fiction. Full of lies." Yet praying, just single-mindedly. Praying alone, just single-mindedly. Offer that body, offer that heart, offer everything, to the Lord, a prayer. Envy and jealousy, a life drowning in greed. A march of blind believers, moving in a swarm. Everyone, everyone, seeking "life." "Righteousness" is just as someone intended. Self-sacrifice ≠ justified again. Will a dried-up lake return to normal through miracles? Nothing but lightheaded idealism. Yet mistaking what to believe in, the voices will no longer stop. A rebellion of fanatics, moving in a swarm. Everyone and anyone, moving in a swarm to their end. The saint chants scriptures and incites them. Everyone, pray to the Lord. A rebellion of fanatics, moving in a swarm. Everyone and anyone, moving in a swarm to their end. The runaway believers, the laughing clown. Look, look, isn't it ugly? Taking away life, devouring even wishes, trampling on the misfortunes of others, you were breathing. Humans, after all, weren't such wonderful things. A life not saved even by flattering an idol. There are no righteous teachings. Devouring life, devouring everything, trampling on the misfortunes of others, you were breathing. "Love, after all, wasn't such a wonderful thing"? With what mouth do you say that, you hypocrite? Taking away life, devouring even wishes, trampling on the misfortunes of others, you were breathing. Then this current situation was ultimately your own doing. A life saved by flattering an idol. A life equally worthless and unrewarded. A pathetic, foolish, beautiful life. There are no righteous teachings.