Evil is no faceless stranger,
living in a remote sądziedztwie.
Evil has a healthy, familiar face,
merry eyes and an open smile.
evil comes among us, wearing a mask,
that looks like the faces of all of us.
Book counted sorrows
Evil
surrounds each of us, though the smallest particle of evil. Manifests itself when least expected. The evil we know the people with whom we are very close, which we trust. The evil we see, where to date there was good. Evil is in all of us, even if we are not aware of it.
past
Every moment ... Cometh, continues and goes into oblivion. Time changes people, heals, always walks his own path forward. Passed another second, minute, and is still in the circle of human pleasures, joys, and suffering and tragedy. Time passes. And do not stop. Do not bends of suffering, can not stop the moments of happiness. We are moving inexorably ahead, not turning back. In spite of what has already occurred, not allowing this change.
Death
Though I never once experienced it for yourself, is an experience very close. Every day we commune with the people we pass so many people on the streets and promenades, parks, shopping malls, businesses and schools. Death is an abstract concept for us. Yet all around us every second people are dying, leaving behind a whole life Sorry, trustees for their further fate. It is we who live, are responsible for their memory. The world is a big graveyard of souls, history and memories.
... Life depends on us.
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