To wither like grass,
To gorw old like a garment,
To vanish awy like smoke!
But today, you are trapped in your own land like,
An antelope in a net.
Life!
Full of fury;
War! !
Full of death;
But, respect the laws of righteousness and,
Bow down to the truth always.
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