In that flurry of cries

intricacy unfolds into interest-

for those not experiencing the

terrorful notions

of reprising crimes

in that chilly Tokyian winters' wrath.

but that feeling of deceitful wrath

amongst the listening of cries

for help in the actions of treacherous crimes

peaking the interest

of opposing notions

amongst the-

amongst the-

stuttering thoughts from the unprecedented wrath

the unprecedented and uncaring crimes

even with the cruel notions

having required the utmost interest

in the casualties of their crimes

of their crimes

the heinous, the

horrible reasons behind this. that he had interest

in. this wrath.

these cries.

these notions-

were partially the fault of his, these notions.

but this is not time to dwell on his crimes

he must focus his flickering eyes to prevent the cries

his tearing, pitiful eyes that even the

goodest man would not forgive. especially with the context of wrath.

the unforgivable actions caused by his interest.

and now he watches with interest

as he pushes away the notion

that his hero fights and bleeds to fight the

wrath

that he is responsible for. the crimes,

the cries.

but his interest

begins to fall less on the crimes

as the notions

as the

as the realization hits, this wrath

"Endeavor, let me be your wings!" he says once again, no- he cries.