he has no sins but he swallows down a bowl of poisonous alcohol
those who condemns him
don't deserve honourable clothes
urus is like coal
those who borrows money in God's name
never pay back
history books say hello to later generations
epitaph is brutal
a genius acts as a donkey
God is angry
tired to prove the question about soul
the rights and wrongs depend on the railer's mouth
someone stands beside
follow the thief's trick to speak lies
the arrow shot from hiding hits my sister's courser
there is plenty of poisonous alcohol in this world
the hero who is good at drinking has gone
only left my sister's eyes
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