There is no human heart, no human heart, no human heart, whoever devours the good, who is indulging in the devil's light, but it is full of filth, filth, nobility and lowliness, this man-made disaster, who can escape this superfluous How can anger and goodwill be against the flood of evil in this ignorant fog, how much is a human life worth? How many times has the empty belly drowned out the rationality? Can you ask yourself how much of that cheap morality is left? The high-sounding words have lightly brought the lives of tens of millions of people? Looking at this devastated earth, where is the remnant? It turns out that the fragility of life is best realized when it is closest to death! It is not the ice that cools the blood, but the filthy and cold butcher's knife in the officialdom that may deter greed? That's it! How could a ruthless god ever take pity on the suffering of all beings! May there still be people in this lightless world who can hold candles...
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