Evil doers and their associates!
Wicked men,
Wicked women,
Wicked children;
The gates of death! !
With the shadows of death revealing to us on earth;
With the works of terrorism.
Crouch, touch!
With the works of hatred and war;
Fear! !
The hearts pound;
But, who set the wild donkeys free? !
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