Brutal, corrupt warlords torture and murder at will, while the khamsin, the hot, dusty desert wind, blows hard, turning the sky yellow and filling the air with choking sand.
The snowflake of cover with is the butterfly for dance in the wind and collect to remember fondly of fragrant, deliver benedictory fragrance of flower, take you into sweet dreamland!
The sky still burns red iron lid like, the sunshine all over the sky of boiling hot is aspersed come down, the people everythings on earth on none commiserative ground is roast earth.