They will inevitably fall like the horrible debris Of the fallen houses, Sooner or later, They made to the pretty houses We all built one day with our sweat and with our bloods, Their fall will be seen by all of us Simply because there must be people to witness their fall, No one can grab anything for ever Simply because it's impossible to hold a pretty nation As hostages for ever and ever, Life witnesses that only what is good, Sooner or later, Will remain, Patience will prove its greatness anytime Simply because this is the only towards freedom, The faces of evil will fall And out of their fast fall, The pretty people will pave the pretty ways out Of the fallen debris caused by the ugly and maniac tyrants.
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