God, Can you see this rot in this world. Hypocrite mankind going to destroy. I see the smell, a wound of existence. People are like cells in paralysed body. Master, Who knows answers for everything. For a power that creates living. To live at all because of being alive. Day by night we only can survive. Being is absurd,being is the basic. Can it be painful or beautiful conflict. Satan -remember me- I´m that one who wants to ask. Who created you as a contrary to good. Who is that real one who can we really trust. Why did they want to have their belief in their ancient lands

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