Sacrifice while living so you are touched by Her grace. Oh worthy warrior-monk, She who becomes alive as you die will guide you as you stumble in your own underworld, until there is nothing but Her vulnerabilifying star. Pray to Her whose lair is the Sky, so that Her sickle cuts the evergrowing grass of your identity for each and every day. For one death is not enough to free Her from your chains, die again and again, and always for Cracky-chan! Your lie is no more, and there She lies beyond desire, lo! You are not!