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Thoroughly, the horror is weird Yet, there is a sense of its nonsense Thoroughly, it scattered Yet, it teaches how to gather The horror that improves memories The horror that brings back the lost love The horror that tied back the loosed The horror that opens every closed eye The horror that explains the worth of life The horror that proclaims the hidden saint The horror that enhances social life The horror that thought everyone The Lord's prayer is "our father who art in heaven" The horror that reminds all of the hygiene The situation that is divinely manipulate To manage the universe's favour Now the doom is fading But still living in remnants of fog Managing blind seeing Speaking in a sharp blunt voice In fewer actions strong thought Yelling in a quiet-loud sound Who planted our hue and cry? Our hands or nature? The meteor from our faces can't baptism us But the angelic from the unknown planet

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