The slavery of abolition has dissolved you, like the blood of your flesh
,like your ancestors
Those who have seen a sense of taste, take the
nude women's youth and cling to the napkin's palate.
Those who saw freedom in the saliva and blood emitted from the lips of the young man under the ruler's boot .
Back to the end,
they ate in their own hands , the trust of God himself did not have the hope of the passing. Their luck was that Talaband was a hundred years old in Sindhkuk, as long as they were not united.
There was an infinite fear in the area of Radepund, until they gave life to the fear of life.
Now come back,
look at the sun, look at the sun, the old sun does
not start , and the old sun will have to rise in the sky.
You can crush an ankle, think a group of ants are moving towards you, can they grind? Think of a voice that they can stop in a moment if sixteen voices sound one at a time?