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When death tolls mean nothing more than statistics
And life-saving supports sound nothing more than swindlers
When one rather spends on tackling another
And leaves the dying to the generous and noble ones
When the life of others cost less than one’s convenience and pleasure
And wouldn’t care less what others may lose or suffer
When one has just gone through a spoiler of hell
And one’s best friend says ‘everything is gonna be alright.’
When all the wraths of Mother Nature join forces
And gives you one final blow