Turn a blind eye to all that tries to hurt me. Turn a deaf ear to words that will lead me down the wrong path. Turn a mute mouth to unnecessary evil. And last of all, act not. Make myself happy that way.

You'll be hearing the laughter after the fight is over

eep 2.0

[ Library Of Ruina ] Poems Of A Machine

theme 02 gone  now we have sad mili music.....

bruh
art by: @remitomytomy

lyrics if u r sad:

Roses are red
'Guess still there's no use, my dear comfy bed
Violets are blue
Electric sheep cannot be true
The books I read
Told me there is hope as long as I live
Faces of you
Is that what you call a "muse"?

Tick tock tick tock..
No need to overclock...
My wish is locked....

Only your time passes by
I'm in the rye
Spinning round and round, round and round
Pretend I don't need golden rings
Re-experiment
Only this time I'll play nice
And I'll be brighter than
The city's book-powеred fires
So herе I lie
Reading you my poetic stupid rhymes.

I stopped for Death
'Guess still there's no place for my silicone flesh
Liquor I brewed
Can't taste it though I bet it's something new
Marionettes
Cut down all the strings, rewrite their presets
Phases of the moon
We lived in a dead cocoon.

Tick tock tick tock..
No need to overclock...
My wish is locked....

Ever dreaming to taste
The sweet nectar of morality
Allowed my heart to hold enough love to be broken
Maybe I'll try getting drunk
Finally, I'd cry for help
From the top of my simulated lungs
Only your time passes by
And from my eyes, the oil leaked
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why
A malfunction
Only this time I'm smiling at your side
To know that I would someday be gratified
So here I lie in our imperfect paradise
A eulogistic lullaby.

Mili - Poems of a Machine 《 Library of Ruina 》

ruina album is ended, 
very pog, ultra pog 

(as always not mine)

lyrics if you want it sing it or something i dk:

Bamboo basket, reflector, working breaks
Never forget your helmet, trusty Mips
See ya, I'm off to the morning market.
Thirty-three lemons
A healthy looking chicken and a dozen of free range eggs
Thanks, keep the change
Whistling a tune, (attempting) pffhw
I'm home

What a perfect day
I hanged the sheets out in the yard
Oiled up my baking tray
Thinking about you, Mother
To recite her famous words
All you need are salt and pepper
To taste the happiness of life forever

Then the moon rose
And creamed lemon chicken roasted in the oven
Men in black kicked down my front door
Hey! Who? What? Why?
"You violated act 617 - Illegal Thoughts"
"You're under arrest"
We all know the real answer was
"You shouldn't have been born the way you are"

And we're packed in a cargo choo choo train
Squeezing against the bodies similar to me
With tears rolling down our faces
We began to sing
"They can never take anything from our souls"
Louder and louder
"They can never take anything from our souls"
Louder and louder

They shaved off my hair
Fed me a foreign language
Looking on the bright side, I'm alive
I still remember all the people I love
So come at me, and do your worst
All this pain and suffer
Don't stand a change against our iron hearts

As the morning came and went
And the people stayed and left
And the earth went 'round and around
The stars never looked so kind
The wind ever so fragrant

Through the tiny slit on the wall
Every night I was invited to watch
A theatre played by moonlit birds
Tehy spread their wings
Carrying our silenced voices
Singing our historic songs
Letting everyone in the future know
That we existed

What a perfect night
I felt the urge to write a book
Pass down my life
Until recently, time didn't feel so fast
With my bloody finger tip
All I needed were sticks and paper
I started to write, poems after poems

Then the moonlit birds came to meet me
They stole the key and opened the gates
We're finally free
I picked up my bicycle
Riding home to Mother
Writing my delusion world
I saw a version of heaven
Where I sat in my yard
Reading a paperback print of my book

On a hillside, your little first clutching sweat
Walking to the memorial park
You put down freshly cut white chrysanthemums
A former Thought Police lowers her hat
Children lying on the grass
Singing to poems written by me

(limbus friday soon)

Mili - Salt, Pepper, Birds and the Thought Police

Mili - And Then Is Heard No More

Mili - Iron lotus (key-ingredient-ver)

String Theocracy - Key Ingredient Ver

"Here in the eye of the storm, the winds ease. You are ringed by scudding clouds. A silver radiance illuminates your engine, like resurgent moonlight [...]. The voices on the wind clamour, until a peal of stern thunder stills them."

( - Sunless Skies, 'The Storm That Speaks' interaction)

The Storm That Speaks

"Impatient winds hound your vessel. Beneath their moan, you can hear whispered voices. They call to you, inviting you to leave your engine and join their revels in the vaults of the sky [...]."

( - Sunless Skies, 'The Whisperwinds' interaction)
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"A simple rite. Open windows; shivered words; a wind, welcomed in. Is it a comfort, to know you are not alone? To be watched by one of the capricious gods of the turning sky? Their attention can draw other, unwelcome things."

( - Sunless Skies, 'The Thing in the Mist' interaction)

Whisperwind

"While the statue is the raw material of nightmares, there is something soothing about the idea that even a beast like this might be harnessed; that there is the chance of such an ally, for those who crack the code of offerings and prayer. Whether it is actually listening, it is impossible to tell. The thought that it even might, however, is something to hold onto in the dark."

( - Sunless Skies, 'Carillon - An Overgrown Shrine' storylet)
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"The man who is traveling and does not yet know the city awaiting him along his route wonders what the palace will be like, the barracks, the mill, the theater, the bazaar. In every city of the empire every building is different and set in a different order: but as soon as the stranger arrives at the unknown city [...], he immediately distinguishes which are the princes’ palaces, the high priests’ temples, the tavern, the prison, the slum. This – some say – confirms the hypothesis that each man bears in his mind a city made only of differences, a city without figures and without form, and the individual cities fill it up.

This is not true of Zoe. [...] The traveler roams all around and has nothing but doubts: he is unable to distinguish the features of the city, the features he keeps distinct in his mind also mingle. He infers this: if existence in all its moments is all of itself, Zoe is the place of indivisible existence. But why, then, does the city exist? What line separates the inside from the outside, the rumble of wheels from the howl of wolves?"

( - Italo Calvino, 'Invisible Cities')

Kyrie

Between Two Worlds (Let's Lament) - Mili

This is not mine. I did not create this. This was created by Mili, and for the love of all that is holy please listen to their non Project Moon tracks, they're all incredible. Here's the link to their Youtube channel, check them out: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVh47EKH9VLresRqiYi9txw

Mili - In Hell We Live, Lament (Let's Lament)

the creator 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygA_AbjyPRE

[Limbus Company] Mili - Compass (chair Mix) (not mine)

An Album dedicated to Big Love and Love and their Angel Choir voicing their experiences in This Place and their decisions ongoing

We Know What We Made

FUZI × Mili - Victim

[ Library Of Ruina ] And Then Is Heard No More

prescript says u r gae

Distorted Yan boss theme from Library of Ruina, doen't belong to me btw

lyrics if you need it or whatever:

Sleep for a total of 800 hours per day 
And then drink a liter of milk, warm up before you go play 
Only eat, or write or pull the trigger with your right hand  
Only thing that's left is to work on following commands
By the time you realize, you'll be restrained to a desk 
And with your dreams on the floor you comply, eyes chained to the test 
In 30 minutes find a groom or bride, bonus if brunette
In 90 hours spill their insides, paint your room picturesque

(part with snaps)
Now, it's time for another vendetta
Going through the shelves, picking out my prewritten persona 
Children of the city see only the neon stars 
Reflected upon the murky gutter sky
Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be included in the city's night

(robotic voice)
In 400,000 meters, turn right.

Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body 
Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee  
Snippy scissors cut down the strings, I set myself free 
Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy 
As we suckled upon the 9mm pacifier  
Swallowing the fact that other than to expand we had no purpose  
As my everburning will to stay afloat backfires 
I now know I must be comfortable being who I considered worthless

(part with snaps)
Follow the city's ribbon 
To a heart nobody seems to listen 
It takes my heart being broken and broken again 
To know that I am the reason why the sufferings never end 
Now it's time for another vendetta 
Going through the shelves, picking out my prewritten persona 
Children of the city see only the neon stars 
Reflected upon the murky gutter sky 
Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be noticed by the city's eye

(robotic voice)
Do not go home until you finish reading the value of e

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