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The antidromic man’s wheels

Will never stop 

The incendiary’s flesh and soul

Shall never be punished

They will not stop the sword

Stabbing toward the other

As well as 

Unscrupulous mutual harm

If you ever realised

The deadline have been erased

You can never escape 

From this infinite circulation 

Thus crawl into the warm tomb

With yesterday’s memories

Because they always know 

They will be aroused tomorrow

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