Talk:Volatile Disposition (Map Game)/@comment-31417419-20181221013224

A thousand cherry blossoms~

Dwindle into the night~

Your voice is not to be heard, even when you are right

Herein rages a feast, the cage of steel above

Looking down on us from that huge guillotine

A trancendent universe; gloom of the empyrean

Not the lamenting songs, no, they shall not be heard

In faraway yonder lands, lie those indigo skies

Now with your own ray gun-

Impale the azures!

I thought this might be fitting for such a momentous event. Or to be more specific, such a tragic one.