By time everything will be turning into ashes, That is, All buildings, all hospitals, all stores, and everything around Will be nothing, It will be dust, It will be ashes, All aggressions can turn pretty things into ashes To wipe completely all traces of modern civilization, Out of these ashes, There will be a new life and a lot of flowers and roses Because life has to be only, then That aggression will vanish for ever with its evil aggressors.
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