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| a waiting by traffic jam photo by sammy palit |
The Bible only until the book Malachi
Our prayers be heard only by trees, rocks, mountains, and if lucky to get to the stars, but without power and meaningless
If we are guilty and sinful, there will never be let alone restore the love which forgives
When we die there is no hope, only darkness full of mystery, scary.
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