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A night at the Museum, and we're dressed to **** The mood is gleeful– and the people, chill. All court the kings and queens of shill. Our ****** deeds are whitewashed clean. Our grievous crimes are left unseen– sanitized versions on the tv screen. But our steps were tracked with care by one who could no longer bear the growing horror, the scenes from there. The cry of anguish, the dead-eyed stare. Now the blood drips on our shoes. Our deaths headline the evening news. Yet still, the truth has only views on internet sites with volunteer crews. When there is no other way Desperation will have its day
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
A Night At the Museum
A night at the Museum, and we're dressed to **** The mood is gleeful– and the people, chill. All court the kings and queens of shill. Our ****** deeds are whitewashed clean. Our grievous crimes are left unseen– sanitized versions on the tv screen. But our steps were tracked with care by one who could no longer bear the growing horror, the scenes from there. The cry of anguish, the dead-eyed stare. Now the blood drips on our shoes. Our deaths headline the evening news. Yet still, the truth has only views on internet sites with volunteer crews. When there is no other way Desperation will have its day
If you really want to see what's going on in Gaza, you have to go to sites such as Reddit and look at the World news subreddits. Then you'll understand.
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
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