…..A crying infant in the distance, I hear threats of nuclear war in that same instance, I draw inference; mankind hates itself, this is what we do with wealth once obtained, destruction is our aim, in whosoever’s name is just an elaborate plot to act out our frustrations, we have a lack of true knowledge and patience, quick to man our stations when it comes to war, peace is seen as strategic, and a preparation for war. Everyone will be forced into that spirit world by force, what better way to do it than a nuclear bomb of course.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Excellent write
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