Let the war finally end

The coldness in her eyes gave a stare into death as if it was her last time waiting in line to die. How powerful our snow levels have been does not matter to the naked eye and its blade. The choice we made had a remarkable consequence for life as an angel broke its wings. Mother of all angels, please help the poor of the weak and the loveless men to women for our own sins to be repaid. Let the days for a battle win over any heart for our destiny. Let the war finally end...





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