[Приєднана картинка] It came down like a hurricane, Like an earthquake, freezing rain, Like a flood, like a lava flow, Like one crushing fatal blow. Born by will chained, Pride disdained, Tears by misery drained And the soul they slain. With the moaning, with the growling, With a taste of blood on broken lips, In the clothing smell from a prison cell, And with bruises from shackle clips, With eyes looking straight at cruel fate, With an open ...

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