Berkes Peti
Leaving them die we get richer praying to one and only God. Always the money. Born, work, smashing the other ones, a lot of words saled in your face. Crying tears. The rich gets rich, the poor gets poor. Lost God. RIP/Goodbye to the white man, stealing all to the Third World. Crying tears, lost God, always the (f...) money. (Excuse my poor English).