Can Ci Pin: Fangzhu Xingkong

残ざん次じ品ひん·放逐ほーちく星空ほしぞら

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization. In the bottom of the muck... I found my lucida.