Forgiveness can't reconstruct the broken vase. Humans covered their eyes with anger. Greed made people hungry. The enemy of himself, its how a human is described. People were killed for money. Lands covered with buildings. Air full of poisons. Water filled with dead fish. Wars on every continent. Conflicts covering the sun light.
Seraphim were murdered with the nasty hands of darkness. Goodness is not the winner against evil. Evil is winning the fight; swords of light are melted in conspiracies. The fountain of serenity is dry. Where is the hope? Where is the light?
We are reading the last chapter of a book called the man kind. The ink of the writer was stolen and the pen was broken. We need people who write with their fingers on the stones. We need the white-hearted people to fight against the demons.
It's not a lie that doomsday has come nearer. We corrupted the system that was created with this universe. We are too weak to harm anything else but ourselves. But the death of a martyr is way different than the death of a betrayer.
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