We are those who are born for a thousand of times.
We are those who arrived for a thousand of times.
We were given his praises
Amidst with his places
With his clearance we beholded ourselves, as brothers and sisters
Defined and self-confined within the rest of his ministers.
With memories of forgotten realms, rooted deep down in our minds, sprunged out of moments forever lost in time.
Here & there...
We became unsatisfied inhabitants...
Polluting our oceans
Raping our earth
Stealing food from our friends
All that we had...
Now
Behold
The last surviving souls
Left out
From the Apocalypse
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