#pro-gallery-4lf41-not-scoped .gallery-item-container { opacity: 0 } #pro-gallery-4lf41-not-scoped .gallery-item-hover::before { background: transparent !important}try { window.requestAnimationFrame(function() { var ele = document.getElementById('pro-gallery-4lf41-not-scoped'); var pgMeasures = ele.getBoundingClientRect(); var options = (() => "gallerySizeType:px|enableInfiniteScroll:true|titlePlacement:SHOW_ON_HOVER|hasThumbnails:false|imageMargin:5|galleryLayout:6|isVertical:false|gallerySizePx:300|cubeType:fill|galleryThumbnailsAlignment:none")(ele); var width = pgMeasures.width; var height = pgMeasures.height; var isIOS = /iPad|iPhone|iPod/.test(navigator?.userAgent); if(isIOS) { width = width; width = width; height = height; height = height; } else { width = width; width = width; height = height; height = height; } pgMeasures = { top: pgMeasures.top, width, height }; var isVertical = options.includes('layoutParams_structure_scrollDirection:"VERTICAL"'); var layoutFixerUrl = '/_serverless/pro-gallery-css-v4-server/layoutCss?ver=2&id=4lf41-not-scoped&items=3871_2000_3008&container=' + pgMeasures.top + '_' + pgMeasures.width + '_' + pgMeasures.height + '_' + window.innerHeight + '&options=' + options; document.getElementById('layout-fixer-style-4lf41-not-scoped').setAttribute('href', encodeURI(layoutFixerUrl)); }); } catch (e) { console.warn('Cannot set layoutFixer css', e); }Do we take life for granted or do we just not care?
Does fate punish us for our ignorance?
Is it true that ignorance is death?
One tragedy can change everything,
Changes the way I looked at life
Knowledge came from the ignorance of the obvious
Ignorance has destroyed lives,
Trampled over justice
Trampled over what is a good deed
Countless turned to violence,
As the only option remained
Screams resonating throughout the atmosphere
The unaware stood their ground as the horde charged at them with force,
Unable to fight they gave in & lost the battle
Several rose to power but none could hold the reins
As millions watched on, the war became intense,
The armies clashed with each other to fight for what's right
There wasn't a day when the armies rested their ego
The innocent who was punished for a sin he didn't commit,
Faced judgement by his creator
As he asked, "why me?"
The creator says "sins will be washed out by the morning sun, fight on dear child"
The morning sun comes, the sins are washed away
For the battle is far from over
Now the armies can rest knowing that they got what they needed - the sword crafted from the fire of justice.