Fruits of love,
Works of peace,
With the tests of life;
In your country,
In my country,
But, every now and then with the eacts of terrorism!
Because of the wicked ones among us.
Firm, affirm!
Without any offence;
Knowing the truth than, the works of evil! !
When, one goes out of the line of the laws.
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Truly, the terrorists are the one that go out of line destroying peace on earth.