What kind of faith they placed,
How come true I,
My power to do it,
That kept God at side,
The same God
Pick himself helpless,
How to safe guard you
He do not knows that life.... somewhere...
Which saves many trouble
And it’s going to save own....
Striking is on his head
Captured hand, leaves trusted hands...
No one survives.......
Who can understand him....
Understanding just what is....
Yes, the people left alive...
What maintains the balance......? ?
Now left only a slogan.....
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