...People are in breach
People are in breach…
Where there is hardly a panic against the Goliath... Where there is still panic to corrode The big and the small ... the fat and the emaciated... Where there is no panic for David against the Goliath great... Where there is hardly a panic for... The independent spirit ... healthy... And put it down to a low for the height… And where cognition is released... And that fanaticism will never scratch doors and windows of the universe…. And where the muses pass from outside inside the sincere depths…. And where the sequential combat reaches out to perfect humanitarian triumph... And where the drizzle of Plato's thought Hardly lose their way in The alleys of my country…. Characters are bankrupt…. And where continence guides towards the arenas more immense than ... The gigantic task, the non-abrupt dogma, Below this beautiful term The Hirrak… which Help, Prophet David ... in his message against the adversary And put evil to evil... So, tear yourself away from your self... Leave the field open…. No noble cries except from this rare people In a harsh Watan… That the sincere alphabets engendered all creatures…. In our days all beings were From goal to blank victims by each other... So… We find that they triggered ... refused the yes with hoots... These are the letters of the eternal vocabularies Turned out that in clear dictionaries... Yes. It’s Hirrak’s expression… again We are ready to fight for this green word... That my Bled is rich in cracks and chaps... And by constraint the Bled is at the end... So ... this last deicide to come out in other words Koran… flag… feather of pigeons This is the reality of this people ... the people of Hirrak. |
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