.the honest paryer to god i ever could have... god... please keep your children on a leash!

for all their worth, weren't the vikings,
merely, elaborated
thieves?
     assured,
   no-conformists to the trans-judeo
pyramid schene...
nonetheless, a heroism...
translated into mere thieving!
             how about,
i steal something,
from someone, right about now...
how about...
i burn down
the grenfell tower?
and then watch,
the iraqi invasion,
the afghan invasion...
and then watch
the twin towers topple...
oh dear ******,
i'll recite you the creed,
like the teutonic knights
recited it to the prussians,
when the northern crusades
took place... now, take you little arab...
and... *******! before i start
calling the russian to
make an intervention...
o.k?!
            the russians always
reply with a tsunami of
their own populce...
savvy?!
no, camel; jockey doesn't get it...
well... let came; jockey
learn the second lesson
of a beautifful slavic
pretty...
      just wait for the ugly
****** defending her...
you'll be eating camel ****
and sand after he's done with
you...
               me? i'm just the theatre
audience...
  i don't mind the wait...
be freem go forth from me,
flutter, frisk..
         i have my date
with death,
and none of you are apparently
welcome,
         heroic past my ***...
balaam...
             who also rode a donkey
into yerusalem...
             salem...
           i'll first die,
before i tire,
to calm this spirit...
   beholden for a worth of
a delayed 2000 years,
O ishrael!
                  i have come to serve
justice for your tongue
being left: undiminished...
               an ode to prayer,
a prayer, for which i thank you,
keeping solace,
and knee,
        may your tongue
churn future affairs...
        ingenuity and sacrifice...
   i grant you...
                  and may you be granted
to and fro the altogethered
furthermore!

               may your fate by rhymed,
and less of that of mine...
    half metaphor, half dwarf esque...
to have to find solace
in blame,
of an overlord class,
that succumbed to the elite
of the prussians,
the russians,
the austro-hungarians...
             may your fate serve you
better, upon the resurgence,
than it has served my people...
for whom,
i have no pride, but only concern
over...
   in "exile"...
                      
   what am i possibly blamed for?
not having worked out
the desired defence...
when both **** and soviet came...
but you were no better
gloating:

      our the tenements,
your, the streets...

         agree to that...
   and then we'll part agreeing
upon a shared consecration
of the dead..
you don't agree to this,
that...
    our the tenements,
your, the streets...

  well... the next kippah...
will not be a tonsure...
                          it will be a scalp.

you're talking to a *******
******...
who the hell did
Rudolf Höss cite when inviting
jews into the contracention
camp?
    Casimir III
                       (kasimierz)...

now you bite the hand
that fed the dog that
protected your scraps of
digested heap of resources?!

    watch it ***... watch it.