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The Mighty Hammer and The Hand of Fate

There they go the three flying bubbles towards eternity, towards nothingness Childhood, Manhood (synonymous with earthly love), and Old Age. The first, matching the morning, the second the noon, and the third the evening. All of them appear fragile and colorful, As it also seemed in earthly life... It was Life itself. But... The Mighty Hammer, The Hand of Fate. Acts with the cruel mission in the Universe of destroying fragile and beautiful existences time after time regardless of age, time, feelings, and ignoring the future. So acts that mighty tandem. By means of both of them, everything explodes and leaves behind the whole existence of human beings regardless of age, time, feelings, and ignoring the future. But there is a very common feeling that accompanies eternity the one who abandons life, a feeling of pain, injustice, and even anger. A desire to rate the experience resulting in This wasn't what it should have been.

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