Where did you come from, my devil

Where are you from

My devil

This time you assume the pseudonym

Novel coronavirus

It is said that you have a lot of accomplices

They are called wild animals

There are snakes, right?

There are bats, right?

And I can't be named

Numerous green-faced fangs.

The snake is always silent

When people tie it to the execution ground

It remains silent

But snakes always say something in a boiling hot soup pot

No one will understand what the snake is saying in the soup pot

People are always in front of the soup pot

Great appreciation for snakes

Enough taste!

Yikes! Yikes! Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!

The most magical one is your accomplice bat

It is like the messenger of the night

Always in the night sky

Sing mysteriously

No one could understand what it was singing

The god of the night seems to grasp it

But it has developed radars

Change leads to a fascinating transformation

reputedly

Now its singing is particularly evil

Where are you from?

My devil.

You use your clutches

Messed up our lives.

Where are you from?

Your tricks are so insidious.

We can't figure it out.

Overwhelmed.

Many innocent lives

Disappear under your clutches.

Many innocent lives.

Struggling under your clutches.

Wrongly killing innocents is not a good man

Can you raise your hand high and let go of sentient beings?

I know you can't understand what I'm saying.

But I'll tell you.

We have a group of elites.

Cracking your password.

You can't be crazy for long?

Abominable demons!

We have come together as one.

A grave is being dug for you.

Surrender your arms and surrender!

If obedient,

We'll give you a way to live.

otherwise

When the dust settles,

It will turn you into dust.