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Human joys and hopes
are vague and temporary mirages
in an eternal desert
with horrendous oasis
of bones and misery.

The fetid rides in a silent but turbulent aura,
the splendid flower and honey gardens
are now sterile wastelands.

The beautiful face of human vanity
will be infested by musty anguish,
all your dreams and illusions
will fade in eternal silence.

The cold fetid wave
steals your hopes,
This fetid wave
does drag the sorrow
and a tragic end.

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