My Red Aceh

History has recorded from centuries of civilization, the treasures of the past all live as scribbles, some consider a slogan or a saga of imaginary stories that never existed.
Every true story born on this land can only last 012 centuries.

And the new turmoil caused by betrayal was born, and the children's aspirations were ravaged. A small part of his personal goal is achieved, which does not want to trade others left behind, everything is forgotten for the purpose of enjoying a drop of luxury with the contribution of commoners who will not be recognized, this is my own effort, ... he said.
They all fell asleep, feeling they were all capable, showing to the public, arrogance with a drop of success that was obtained from other people's gift packages.
The people of the country live swaying, the people of the country are ostracized if the orders are not obeyed.
The race reveals its snout, I am the one who is able to, pats and puffs pride and pride with the results of the gift, which finally debates when there is not enough part.

What is the generation sincere thinking about this mirage, ...?
The victim fell with a slight blister, the mountain of sacrifice in the embankment was useless, that was the word thorn. Remorse is useless, there are victims of the nation's children just to uphold the interests of interests.
This work remains pure, there is no denying, when the road is closed and it is very difficult to open it, only there are stupid crickets holding the body with the provision of knowledge that they have, the life in misery for the fate of their children means and value and to fulfill his promise the oath is not denied, that is what wants to be sincere.

The trepidation of the nation's children will not be erased in memory, in a betrayal, he says the goal remains at the base.
But why should the victim be, This struggle is sacred, the perpetrator of the sincere is also holy, is there just a shred of hope that exists on the basic goal, what is thought by the future generations of the nation, there is still an opportunity to continue with the rest of the marginalized.

Today, it is only what should be seen as a meaningless wayang spectacle, can this embankment be carried.
And the spectators have nothing to do, even though their breath is tight while sorting their chest.
It was very hard when I started, many victims fell, wasted, maybe the conqueror came, defenders in the middle of this crisis. There will also be, like the presence of brave men in the past, who, outside of the memory of all of us, will be, when will it come from, which will surely be born.
From today we can wait for its presence, consider this a fairy tale, but remember that it will be, depending on whether we can see it.

The final development of a long story may come to an end, there will be a new period of new life, because real life is not this, this is a long journey that has a limit, to lead to a real life that has no limits, maybe something being in the middle of a trip that might be almost there, therefore all the provisions already existed, which we did not know when it came.

All have perceptions about life, where, why, where they are going.
In any matter that has been taken, there is not a single bit forgotten about audition, which must be accounted for, no one who is wrong at that time, no matter how small.
Where we run, there is no place to run when the time has come, I am a king there is no difference, between slaves and kings, equally, different only "TAQWA"

Friends of all interest have not the slightest difference except that is "TAQWA"

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