That could be a great subject for a Christmas carol. Let’s chant and celebrate our God-given hate! If He didn’t want us to paint the Earth with borders and blood, He, in His infinite wisdom, wouldn’t have made us so fond of brutality against the others, whoever they happen to be, or however someone chooses to define them.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.