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Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
Tonight's the night
We gather the dead
Tonight's the night
Your head comes off
The Saudi  prince cackled
As the night went on
Was being
Dissolved in an acid soup
Along with others
At his order
Cemetery state
Cemetery nature
I am thinking he
Was the one who loved me
This Cemetery prince.
We live in a grey city
Where the sun burns and the night suffocates
The city of calming loudness and deafening silence
My thoughts and sounds of flickering Fluorescent lights
Smoke from crashing astral flights
Innocent flaming childish kites
Dancing clowns censor horrific sights
And they think that it's right
To shackle our minds from reaching heights
They know they'll never might
So they stuff you in mental solitary cell so tight
Solitude in darkness, wishing for the faintest light
There's no God in the city, and no body gives a *****
This is how it feels to live in Saudi Arabia, most especially my hometown Qatif.

Written on May 31st '18
nick armbrister Jan 2018
clip god's eagles
they praise god at every single turn
and worship him like an addict high
blessing everyone and themselves
even their aeroplanes are blessed
with god's name on the nose
this applies to both civil and military
the warplanes especially are blessed
with pilots who are adept at killing
what does god think about this?
or should we ask the devil?
ten thousand killed in the yemen war
blown to bits by saudi bombs
dropped by planes with god bless
painted on their nose
tell me is this a wise thing?
what is holy about these heinous act?
i'm sure god has something to say
when he speaks who will listen?
the heathen muslim saudis
who use fakely blessed jets
to **** terrorists and civilians
and further an unnamed cause
in the name of who, god?

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