More in the air is a black smoke of death filtering into our windows. Most of the same way, it flows with a soft touch of stimulant that cause us to be easily aroused. Not knowing that it pertains to judgment and destruction, the snakes of destruction surrounds us. But some sees only the tail and not the head. We tend to play with the snakes tail until the snake bites and then we shout "Alas! Alas! I never knew the snake has fangs!".
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