Sons of bitches were born with hearts of stone, cherishing this stone all their life. Children of sons of bitches were born with hearts of grenade, in order to blow to pieces everything, and to leave as a message for their descendants — entrails (still smoking entrails) of sons of bitches. Translated by Kevin Carey Anonymous submission.
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