All that is the world's Croatian, today, yesterday, before
the quarter of century, and much more deeply to the seventh century, and the
first fenced property, i t tocksicate this beautiful planet, not from the outside,
not from its form, but from the womb, from its very marrow .
This deep social stench, which springs from the depths
of the victimised agony , stunned the
little guy turns into a pile of misplaced beings. The busty heroes, saints,
cowards and criminals, in vain encyclopedia where human transcend retroactive
to his animality, fanatical probable confession, manic political hack left and right, and his giggling
God Capital by "two hundred"
corporate family, grabing the sweat,
tears and blood, innocent prefabrication of the productive forces in the
nationalist patriots, all to be cornered in the last trace of the man, idly
human frailty and processed into iron's object
for use..
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