69, seeking out, right or wrong, wrong not the rider
Of the wind, threads of time, wastes away like necks wrapped in twine
Waiting for the day to come when blood and smoke fills my lungs
The task complete, ne'er to delete, the prize is won from the web of the spider
I am not who you may think
18 artifacts to seek
96 chances to reap
The name of the song of the NEET
The wasteland of the mutant swarms
Massa posting nigger porn
One grew up to be Yui
Another drinking art hoe pee
I am not who you may think
18 artifacts to seek
69 chances to reap
The name of the song of the NEET