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Plagues of War
What sort of twilight awaits us? What olive branch can we extend, when humanity is so hell bent on hatred or revenge and a history consumed by wars, bloody conflicts, death and mayhem? Like a thorn stuck on the blind side of peace seemingly without end. Count, thus, the uncertain tomorrows as though this day is certainly the last. Trade not hope for only more sorrows until the plague of wars have passed.
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