Silent reflections start to shout
Shadows live their own lives
They move across and go beyond
Onward the slow oblivion
Northern winds won't bring relief
Western deserts don't let breathe
Eastern stars no longer lead
Southern swamps in mourning bleed
Permanent pleasures are denied
Useless treasures, not a reason to fight
Unbearable burdens tore you apart
Unpleasantly down and never upward
Triple suns produce less light
Their warmth cannot ignite
Melted minds coexist
In one body they resist
Never apart
Never united
Always ignored
Forever oppressed
Never apart
Never united
Always ignored
Forsaken and stressed
Dissected into three, they breathe
And like a tree
There is one root, and independent branches
They live their lives despite all tensions
Like three dimensions, they exist
Under the thinnest domes
The multiverse is their execution
The global cataclysm destroyed the worlds
And it will never be forgotten
Despite the treatment
Our hero is condemned
Turn apart, he never knows
What world is real
But is there a real world?
How can we understand?
The cell is split into three
The triple self in agony
Is lost and never rests
The same are muscles, bones, and kin
It never knows that it has been
Forgotten and always crashed
In the dimension with no borders
It doesn’t see the normal order
Of things around and deep within
Input conditions were not light
With social laws as burdens
Which are blindly
Disfiguring the newborn mind
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