I feel this land is sick, they treat us like body, without heart bit, every single breathe just like clock, tic tac,
No one care whether we still alive,
No one care whether we want or not
No one care who we are
They only want us be their slaves, obey to them, trade freedom with food, air and the fake life.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil man.
Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will, shepherd the weak through the valley of darkness,
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers,
And you will know my name is the lord , when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
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