The gears of Fate,
Spin round and round.
Love or hate?
They all fall down!
Pick a side,
Pick a road.
Let Time bide,
And never be told!
Hey, can you hear it?
Are you alone?
Can you feel it?
Destroy or atone?
Hee, hee, hee,
I find it sad,
Can't you see?
That you are bad!
You are Distorted!
You are Scorned!
You are Contorted!
You were warned.
Poor little you,
In this fairy tale.
The lie just grew,
It is now your jail.
Hate Oneself!
Love the Dead!
Break Yourself!
Fix it Red!
Sure enough,
You on your own.
Where is everyone?
Are you all alone?
You were warned.
The Time is nigh.
Destiny was scorned.
You must die.
The gears of Fate,
Now have fled.
Love or Hate?
Who cares, you're dead!
"Mindless, and Black; they are devoid of anything and everything. We've been battling them since the beginning. We've never beaten them. That's the real reason we decided to invade; we couldn't let you suffer the same fate as them. Now, though, it seems that you have no choice."
"America!"
"No!"
And like always, he took the fall. The only difference this time was that he was happy to do so.
"I've been waiting, so long, so very very long, in that huge scary place. Why? Why won't you come visit me?"
"I-"
"Did you know? How much it hurt? How much it tore? How much it grew?"
"I-It?"
"The monster inside me; and guess what? It's hungry."
"Germany! Germany! Where are you?"
A figure stepped out of the shadows.
"H-Holy Rome?"
"Notice me. Please."
Silence.
"I'm here."
"There used to be a place where sunflowers grew. It was sunny and warm; just like you would expect. Then the cold came, the biting, bitter cold. It froze everything, including my heart. And you know what was the worst thing? It froze those sunflowers too. Now they stand there, forever, encased in ice, wanting the warmth that used to be there, but isn't. Isn't that a worse punishment than dying?"
A shot.
BANG!
A scream.
"Japan!"
Then everything went dark.
"N-no, this can't be happening, this can't be happening."
So why were his hands stained red?
"You've made me suffer for so long; this love... is a double-edged sword. Blessed for those young, happy memories; cursed for those of war, of death, of a world with me and you. Can I still go on? How much longer till I break? Or am I already broken? Have you broken me?"
"Hol-"
"Don't say that name!"
"B-but-"
"You really are an idiot. Can't you see, with every word you say, you're hurting me."
"I-I didn't mea-"
"I'm sure you didn't, but you did it all the same. Now it's my turn to hurt you."
The gears of Fate,
Spin round and round.
To it though,
You are not bound.
You chose what lies,
You chose what wakes.
You chose your ties,
Your chose your Fate.
The gears are spinning,
Clinging, Clanging.
Are you winning?
Is that you banging?
You chose your truths,
You chose your lies.
Be it memories of youth,
Or final goodbyes.
The gears are rusted,
Abandoned to rot.
Are you disgusted,
This is your final stop?
Then make the world,
Let the old one burn.
That one, sick and swirled,
Will never return.
Make the choice!
Bet it all!
Speak your voice,
Or let the world fall.