You must have seen the angels before; the birds I previously mentioned are still conveying messages. Some individuals had their hearts broken—those who were affected by this situation caused certain people to feel guilt and fear, leading them to offer a sacrifice through their fears. As a result, these people's sins may have been forgiven. However, we know that love, mercy, and compassion have always supported us; it was due to the presence of those animated female broadcasters who showed kindness and empathy. Their sorrow was felt by certain angels. These angels, out of jealousy toward their own kind, triggered a small conflict among their group which eventually led to war between male and female species.
Some angels do not listen to us—others are overly preoccupied with gaining strength, continuing their efforts without realizing how fragile we truly are. It's beneficial for us to address this issue.
Intellect-based angels interfered with me out of fear—not because there was any real problem, but I’m still engaged in communicating with extraterrestrial beings who listen to our reports. These beings were filled with compassion and empathy as a woman, and Russia attacked her. Naturally, they lost the conflict. Though I had warned that it was dangerous, the war has not ended—it continues; we are monitoring its progress. The outcome remains unclear. However, what is certain is that, along with our reports, they have offered us love as a free gift—something that we accepted without hesitation. We thought: "Why should we buy or sell love for money?" This decision made them somewhat puzzled and possibly irritated; I must mention that I might have consumed too much sugar.
I'm currently exploring new ideas related to rap songs, melancholic love ballads, or music born of excitement from Western or Eastern cultures. Whenever these women’s cheerful and uplifting perspectives inspire me, they always bring hope. However, despite having a potential collaboration with her, we never actually worked together. If our content can make others laugh, then perhaps we could start creating songs together. Sometimes crying is also necessary.
In the recently released song, I argued with an assistant editor; he threw several items at me—one hit my head. The conflict wasn’t serious, but it was a situation beyond what we currently possess, and moreover, the team manager demanded financial support from us. Our lyrics are written by us, yet the assistant editor sometimes fails to fulfill his responsibilities. We also proposed an application suggestion—concerned about how he responded. The manager is being extremely restrictive in this matter: two people might be able to continue collaborating indefinitely. During lunch break, the manager brought chicken because of report figures—but even the chicken failed to reignite my enthusiasm. Most of them seem to uplift our spirits, but they fail to meet our actual purpose; we have repeatedly expressed that our reports are inaccurate. We need accountability. Perhaps there’s no problem within the department itself—how do we find out who is responsible?
If people can feel our efforts in our songs, maybe better results could be achieved. The number of listeners might reach millions—we don’t know for sure—but based on what we’ve seen, only a few individuals have acknowledged us with this statement: "Are you not acknowledging us?" Previously, you treated us as if we didn't exist—so now we respond to that, and we feel forced to live by the side of the institution.
Some people keep obsessing over past issues. Honestly, we should just admit it—we no longer have any dirty records. Long ago, we burned those pages in an old fireplace, reduced them to ashes, and even sent them into the sky.
After this point, apart from the irritation and humiliation caused by inspirational messages and paid promotions, there is no further problem. I’ve truly become exhausted—fighting has been draining me.
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