The world is devastated. People is drained. Art makes the black art. All turned into nothing. The ancient grandeur of people fell into oblivion. We are only recollection about the past grandeur. Our life is only a comic strip near with life of the great people of the past. Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going? We are people without kith or kin. We are nobody. And we have no future.
It's bleak thoughts, is not it? But it is going on, unfortunately. And if we don't change, the end of civilization will be before long.
It's bleak thoughts, is not it? But it is going on, unfortunately. And if we don't change, the end of civilization will be before long.
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