The true love only came from God
Even we believe that we love God
But sometimes we hate our friends
Where is the love we profess at the end
Be kind to our neighbors
Does not mean we are friends
We can fly on a board
And kill them at the end
Words come so easy
So is the sword
Be nice to everybody
It’s my last word
The true
Graphic by Bruna Costa
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