It pleases me to no end that the silence on the front is appeasing the gods of destruction who wait quietly with baited breath to swoop in like vultures, the question is, whose bodies will they take? The dictator sat squarely, his back against the wall, avoiding bullets from top advisors. It seems the grim face is not out in the battlefield, but there, on the large white wall.
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Play Like a Child
Play like a child in the sand building castles and caves and rivers and ribbons swing swords invisible wildly wielding The blood and bones ...
