Information is the oxygen of the modern age. It seeps through the walls topped by barbed wire, it wafts across the electrified borders.
God gives me hope that there is something greater than us, something better and bigger than the here and now, that can help us live.
How poor this world would be without its graves, without the memories of its mighty dead. Only the voiceless speak forever.
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