Your lost nation is a hell.
You don’t go back to a hell.
The nation you won in a war is a heaven.
You enter the heaven in a royal chariot.
New nation. New Borders. New people.
They frown at you “What the hell?”
The heaven you entered; the hell of many;
Your last hell was heaven for many.
The lost heaven is hell for some.
The lost hell is heaven for some.
Someone said : "Lost heaven was always heaven."
Someone said : "Lost hell was always hell."
Have you seen the lost ones?
Someone said: “Lost one’s hell; a unique heaven.”
Between the hell and heaven; always an expedition.
A journey of restitution;
Destination; the heaven for many.
A terminal; never the heaven I know;
But the nature you lost; not the same nature.
Heal the wounds; a journey of restitution never ends;
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