In the deserts of the world wars rage, and the innocent people suffer from the consequences. God's weeping and the evil of the men's sins rain down on little children who's short lives are crushed by weapons, mother's mourning and raised fists of fathers scream why? Humanity is lost in a blackness of cruelty that knows no bounds. Suffer the little children God, blessed are the pure in heart for they will be with you in heaven.
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