I was in the school then
Here in my country,
in plead a man, requested
His religions movements
And then I heard his brother's chatting
When they rise up and say
Enough to this both sides Spraying,
Walking and protesting
Againt the Man's was a retribal idea,
Causing tension and chaos in the city eyes
And many of whom died in a minster war
And this is what religionists machine cause
Bloodletting like for months counted
Dialogue of the two of alien pious mourn
Thus, too our man, the son of the soil
Has send and for peace accord as
the epistle of state govers is for ours
we have to pray on the national days
this is good for for them and what of me?
Here is what they said!
You're no standing a but dead
Oh, right, they're all dead.
Everyone is dead not know
of the epistle, in detail
this city to us, is a secular state
they stll carefully coded support for two-
too can be given an official date
god know idea, and this is worship of respect
to the living and dead elder
here is what I heard of disdain and discontent
a slave servant of the master slaves
sound like foul that our forefather is in hell
and war mongers is not in hell
and their forefather world hell,
specifically,
This an idle talk from a jobless men,
Just beacause we accepted indigient
is what they sounding
in no idea of a dignity race needs
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