#Madcore: Aren't you the prettiest angel I've ever met?

    Edited ground of a balcony with tracks from a bird's feet. A poem reads: "Aren't you the prettiest angel I've ever met? You argue otherwise and cry me a river Full of anger, destroying your liver You stared at the ceiling as if the world had too much debt But this is only the beginning of your era Let go of your chains and be born again, finally Let go of him and be the one you're meant to be The new year smells like a fun aura Cast a spell"

    Monday is a banquet, the banquet of the Gods
    I hoped the full meal would greet me so that I could be free
    But it's no use, the ingredients aren't there, only part of it

    None-the-less, I revived my link to a weak star and heard a few whisper
    2023 is a good omen, through the scratches and the art
    It's the year I'll cast number two, even if today is still a four