Your strength in mastering the few is solid,
But those few master you,
But those few have avenged you.
My complete art of rediscovering is flavourful,
So strong men urge the weak to force
And coerce the rocks of the country in union.
Let the minds of the west and east converge
Like a sequence of thinkers who abstain
From the satanic offspring, the armies of evil.
May the masterful rocks be thrown at the devil
Who signs his own fate like a coward,
The nation needs no worries,
The nation is alarmed by the frankness
Of leaders,
This nation wants disintegration like role-play
And the fanatics who whip another man,
We are a nation in triumph over odds.
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