The Infamy

The Infamy
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“For many decades, life itself and everything decay.

The infancy is dishonored and covered of shame.

Yet at the early age, they want us to be full of mischief.

Why bend down so long, until reach the ground?

 

Not long ago, who would imagine that our earth, our mother nature,

A paradise for many years would be so degraded by some stubborn children

That it is a shame of?

 

Damn it, and who cares, might say some.

As long as they have their daily bread, no matter for that, to have their ass kick off.

Honor and dignity are words to get rid of.

Thus, at the end of the day, only wealth will always matter.”

 





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