The world is round with no finish line only when we squeeze it and chock it.
But the truth is that the world is flat;
The world is flat only:
When we get globalization so small
Small as a ball
When we get over our psychological racist religious disorders
When we open are souls and set our bodies free
When we dance for the winds of misery
When we see hunger as games
When we survive and dive and drive our passion within the flatness of this world
When we accept our past and present and future destinies
Yet, call ourselves “Rebels”
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