Monsters, behind the corner, monsters, monsters, who are you? Pity is the confusion between the people, pity is the continuos non sense of the events.Cry, cry, cry for nothing, cry, cry, cry for nowhere, cry, cry, cry for the past that has gone with all the victims of greed. Monsters, monsters, monsters, you will fade away with the wrong.
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