Give me your wounds.
Give your frowns to the enemy
The Magic Flowing Through Your Eyes
No tears, devastating floods
Blood recorded in the calendar
The people of June have not surrendered.
It breaks the head of tyranny
ID of the Center for Corruption.
Hot Madra is a furnace of
The anger of the oppressed people
Bereaved Teenager
Brains sprayed with asphalt
The day is not far when
The answer to a hungry stomach is not humiliation
There are no walls.
It is not stronger than the fist of the nation
Pig incense, the alley is still open.
Its a good dream for you to wake up.
Pig, read this story.
Youre going to be the star of the show.
