Our Parallel World

By Promontory

On The Hill of Hope

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All Is under the attack of false

And I can't exist for a while

I'm pressed by vice to receive the fall

In order to degenerate my life

Everything is in danger construction

The imperfect society is incorrigible

It's a main purpose, it's destruction

The civilization is neglected by trash

But we have no way backward

This is the end in embraces of the God

And he can't help us