I have seen him, he exists,
the omnipotent, omnipresent.
In the silent cry of a mother
while her child starves to death,
in the ghastly tremor of a brother
while his brother cuts his head,
in the form of dreadful spirit
which burns humans alive,
in the gloomy eyes of a farmer
who reluctantly takes his life.
In the graveyard of surging hopes,
lie remains...
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