Corus - How do you dare mocking our despair and
suffering?!
The black soul - There was a time when our souls
rejoiced, and could conceive jokes... we were merry,
in those days....the present now is so gloomy.
Corus - you are wicked. We wonder whether you were
ever given a proper education. A set of beliefs. A
conduct to follow. A God at whose feet to kneel.
The black soul - Once I was a withering flower. Then
the storm. Not a trace was left of my petals. The
only one who saves a memory of them is the sun. But
summer is gone. Here comes an never-ending winter. The
whisperers keep weeping. Crowds of gathering
celebrants proceed along the cansls.
Corus - How do you dare mocking our despair and
suffering?
The black soul - There was a time when our souls
rejoiced, and could conceive jokes... we were so
merry, in those days....the present now is so gloomy.
Corus - you are wicked. We wonder whether you were
ever given a proper education. A set of belief. A
conduct to follow. A God at whose feet to kneel.
The black soul - Once I was a withering flower. Not a
trace was left of my petals. The only one who keeps a
memory of them is the sun. But summer is gone. Here
comes our eternal winter. The whisperers keep weeping.
Crowd gathers celebrating the day of their
transmigration. I am lonely. I lost all criteria.
Judge me not.
I am.....
Corus - Our shame!
The black soul - Your creation.
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