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As the wind blows across the fiery desert, The desperate people of Yemen sigh. How many more will suffer today? How many more children will cry? A Saudi-led coalition Strikes with a heartless disregard, Leaving behind misery-- Death and destruction its calling card. Choking the poor country, the Saudis Organized a major blockade, Cutting off vital medicine, Food, and water, and stopping all trade. Cluster bombs have fallen on cities. Thousands of innocent people have died. Hospitals and schools have been hit. How can such horror be justified? Millions of people risk starvation If all the bombing does not end. The Saudis hunger for more and more weapons, And they have billions of dollars to spend. A bomb made by Lockheed Martin Hit a Yemeni school bus Killing fifty-one people, and hurting Many more, thanks to us. A U.S. bomb hit funeral mourners; One destroyed a marketplace. That our support causes such Atrocities is a disgrace. The people suffer from cholera-- Something that is hard to avoid When a country's sanitation Facilities are being destroyed. A massive humanitarian crisis Plagues the country despite appeals To end the conflict by caring nations, While major players dig in their heels. Sunni-Shiite conflicts continue With innocent citizens caught in between. Callous leaders turn their heads, Afraid to speak up or intervene. -by Bob B (10-17-18)
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Death in Yemen
An ethnic Tajik A Sunni Muslim from the valley of Panshir He stood and fought when danger was near He fought proudly with his Muslim brothers For the way of life they held so dear Soviet attack helicopters Tanks too They attacked in vain Ahmad has a heart so true He was going to warn the West Of the 9/11 attacks Osama put a price on his head I wish the Lion would come back Death to communism Afghanistan is the true Muslim's land The Taliban are evil And belong buried in the sand Ahmad Massoud's spirit can never die To Allah His spirit will fly!
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
The "Lion of Panshir"
Social chaos metered out through tiers of population stung By indiscriminate battle wrought lifeblood, incessantly, is wrung. Why so the need for Assad’s torch, your Syria so needlessly debauched ? Nameless causes fuel the fire, Shiite, Sunni intervention. Hezbollah and al Qaeda spew Vindictiveness to streets of rubble, Toxic, killing vapours stew. Misery to gasping children, horror in the dying eyes…. Condemnation points it’s staff to you, Assad, where vile blame now lies. Why so the need for cities torched, Damascus needlessly debauched ? Inevitably the missiles cometh, raining incandescent death and blast, International righteousness throws intervention’s unknowns vast. Why so this need for man debauched, Your Syria, once so beautiful, now scorched ? Marshalg Pukehana 7 September 2013
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Why so, Syria ?
I. AM. A. Piece of **** Here's how i roll. I plop the excrement, directly in the pool. I **** on chairs, This is where i place stool. Plip plob drop loads, Crenated blood cells and lymphatic drool. Hurt my kidneys in a fight with truth the other night. 7 brutal, flooring uppercuts to the Latisimus dorsi.... I am > "this girl" That one that's taken more hits in the face than Tyson. The one that makes Jenna and Sunni Leone look like pre-school dropouts of **** Guys say. "She" "got the," "best head." She has nothing in it though. Her brain's finished by the time words leave her lips whole. thats as far as it gets the words pass her **** then she falls, grab her hips. Prepare the sword for the stone. The one with the baby whole in her dome. She's not good, much else. Her black hair and wisdom lines go bout as deep as her shirt. Depending on the day. Pervert. Lets do ANOTHER line. "Oh My GOD!" "We did so much ******* Coke in cans. Filled with whiskey flask-hand. "This night's gunna be one to remember", if his member is inside, that's my gender, Blend it with all the worst intentions, Use the worst intentions. Stab the heart of conviction. Tear it to tethers with tension. Rip the strings of friendship. Tease the knots of frayed linen, Like its the only thing ya got. "I am so high right now." I forgot what earth looks like. Probably like my town. Only place I've been. I'm 17 ya see. Its the only thing you got. You don't deserve roses, flowers, Laurels. No trees. No dime bags, no speed, no crying hag. I can sure **** 25 yearolds. Saying your better never sounded more like a lie. Worst thing is you have that prevarication internalized. I have a god complex... Wanna save em all... Can't save a ******* one... I did lie once... It was... When I told you that you weren't... A piece of ****
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
Bottle Full of Copenhagen Backwash
I. AM. A. Piece of **** Here's how i roll. I plop the excrement, directly in the pool. I **** on chairs, This is where i place stool. Plip plob drop loads, Crenated blood cells and lymphatic drool. Hurt my kidneys in a fight with truth the other night. 7 brutal, flooring uppercuts to the Latisimus dorsi.... I am > "this girl" That one that's taken more hits in the face than Tyson. The one that makes Jenna and Sunni Leone look like pre-school dropouts of **** Guys say. "She" "got the," "best head." She has nothing in it though. Her brain's finished by the time words leave her lips whole. thats as far as it gets the words pass her **** then she falls, grab her hips. Prepare the sword for the stone. The one with the baby whole in her dome. She's not good, much else. Her black hair and wisdom lines go bout as deep as her shirt. Depending on the day. Pervert. Lets do ANOTHER line. "Oh My GOD!" "We did so much ******* Coke in cans. Filled with whiskey flask-hand. "This night's gunna be one to remember", if his member is inside, that's my gender, Blend it with all the worst intentions, Use the worst intentions. Stab the heart of conviction. Tear it to tethers with tension. Rip the strings of friendship. Tease the knots of frayed linen, Like its the only thing ya got. "I am so high right now." I forgot what earth looks like. Probably like my town. Only place I've been. I'm 17 ya see. Its the only thing you got. You don't deserve roses, flowers, Laurels. No trees. No dime bags, no speed, no crying hag. I can sure **** 25 yearolds. Saying your better never sounded more like a lie. Worst thing is you have that prevarication internalized. I have a god complex... Wanna save em all... Can't save a ******* one... I did lie once... It was... When I told you that you weren't... A piece of ****
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"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….." • The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens. • Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile              unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers.              Culpability denied by all. • Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe. • Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt. • President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people              and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate. • The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq. • Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea. • Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East. The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse. This epoch of cruel waste Where man kills man For God and gold, For power’s lust. Where the Sword of Calamity Wields destruction and death On those who can least afford it By they who should never impose it. **In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald…. “There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"** UNBELIEVABLE!!!! M. Auckland, NEW ZEALAND 31 July 2014
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Perspectives of Priority
"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….." • The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens. • Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile              unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers.              Culpability denied by all. • Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe. • Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt. • President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people              and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate. • The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq. • Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea. • Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East. The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse. This epoch of cruel waste Where man kills man For God and gold, For power’s lust. Where the Sword of Calamity Wields destruction and death On those who can least afford it By they who should never impose it. **In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald…. “There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"** UNBELIEVABLE!!!! M. Auckland, NEW ZEALAND 31 July 2014
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****** hands By :Mehrdad Nosrati (Mehreshaer) After a puerile toil to gain more of their bike Now are sharing their limbs cut off and diffuse None of these two brothers would go this far in that And won’t accept the mangling tank driver’s excuse *** Our disputations had a pen of words as proof Not a weapon of brutality you offered Ghazza kids, our witnesses at the divine court Testify by the change ****** hands hope covered *** I’m a shia and a sunni is my brother With the same moslem’s heart hate your savagery But not we alone feel like this, real jews, christians And other believers of overall world boundary *** You seem not be aware of Ghazza long history And what a marvelous role it had played during times So go and read the bravery of Batis against Alexander, When chanting and clapping for your crimes *** Once again I and my sunni brother tonight After saying our common prayer will decide How to expose your red hands to criminal court To affect most the history’s heart by our new pride
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC
****** hands
oh i'm pretty sure on the Islamic term: denier, it's a prefix,         dis-,               dis-      -ease: which implies negation...             the negation of ease... but i'm not interested in this... nope...                   i know what Islam says about the, deniers, the non-affiliate...             what, does, Islam, call, the wavering hearts? you heard me. the doubters,    i do know what a prefix intends... but do you? camel jockey...   really?    what do you call a wandering heart? a Shiite?!         ******* Sunni **** no; no what?! what do, you, call, doubters, in the Islamic faith? i didn't, say, deniers, i said, doubters.... what do you call, a doubter, within, the confines, of the, Islamic, faith?! am i talking Hindi to you? you're looking pretty ******* stupid to me, "auto-"suggesting, that i expect an Arabic reply... what, do you, call, a doubter, of, Islam? i know what a denier is... what, do, you, call, someone, who, doubts, the faith, of, Islam?!       i'm simply asking... tell me, the difference... between someone who doubts... and someone, who denies...                                tell me... what, is, the, difference...    oh **** me... and when i woke up, people implied that all the people were literate... like **** they were! like a bunch of industrially farmed pigs, educated in the "arithmetic" of the onomatopoeia of... OINK i'm crazy enough, crazy plenty... i fall asleep to slayer's... raining blood... give me a ******* tank and i'm all stampede...     where?   where's where?!    if the "where" is nowhere other than death?! the "there" is, there! and the "there"?!     is some-where...   you don't want to be, here to fathom!
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
كافر kāfir: an interrogation pejorative
oh i'm pretty sure on the Islamic term: denier, it's a prefix,         dis-,               dis-      -ease: which implies negation...             the negation of ease... but i'm not interested in this... nope...                   i know what Islam says about the, deniers, the non-affiliate...             what, does, Islam, call, the wavering hearts? you heard me. the doubters,    i do know what a prefix intends... but do you? camel jockey...   really?    what do you call a wandering heart? a Shiite?!         ******* Sunni **** no; no what?! what do, you, call, doubters, in the Islamic faith? i didn't, say, deniers, i said, doubters.... what do you call, a doubter, within, the confines, of the, Islamic, faith?! am i talking Hindi to you? you're looking pretty ******* stupid to me, "auto-"suggesting, that i expect an Arabic reply... what, do you, call, a doubter, of, Islam? i know what a denier is... what, do, you, call, someone, who, doubts, the faith, of, Islam?!       i'm simply asking... tell me, the difference... between someone who doubts... and someone, who denies...                                tell me... what, is, the, difference...    oh **** me... and when i woke up, people implied that all the people were literate... like **** they were! like a bunch of industrially farmed pigs, educated in the "arithmetic" of the onomatopoeia of... OINK i'm crazy enough, crazy plenty... i fall asleep to slayer's... raining blood... give me a ******* tank and i'm all stampede...     where?   where's where?!    if the "where" is nowhere other than death?! the "there" is, there! and the "there"?!     is some-where...   you don't want to be, here to fathom!
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*yeah, let's compose the alphabet in music for each letter we try to sound like a wine bottle cork unplugged from vintage; it won't work, i known, but it might get a few skidding on gizmo go go, trying to democratise iran: try turning iran sunni first, you, you defrosted snowman worth a carrot and two chalk coal ******** writing: hardboiled into sight of believable. oh here comes a white man talking privy aloud with the rapper loosing breath, but keeping it up and replacing the pelvic hinges with easy, drool, rhymes; a kind of rubric tablature of scores for rodeo with alternative sounds to: moo, ow, ah, broomstick shoo, take the cow for a milking home from the dead bull dazzled into genesis on t.v.; or that other literati spectator sport of not reading but talking oneself into academic bibliography for an intro.* the great thing about being an alcoholic... you never quiet know when you're drunk or hungover; but it makes up for great twilight sunsets pooh lonely; ah ooh smooch - kisses a honey stick stuck to **** in a hollywood crescendo of                      paparazzi and applause; and anorexia; and dyslexic oiling for a facelift: that's called smiling i have you know -                           enter michael jackson - hippie hip he; if i die aged thirty, i'll be happy to have             been frisky twenty-nine into a thong. *or, alt., tell ****** about the swimming pool and the tadpole kenyans sprinting into impregnated landownerships of priests: sounds like this: pst - herr führer - die schwimmin poolst erst niener jessy ovens geeignet. no one said that african buttocks couldn't bayou the ships ashore, but they did; what?! i'm not the 12" dangle! you keep up racism, i'll keep up mozart's austria; alt. please see how censoring adjectives in relation to objects gives you a false moral subjectivity that's only a matter of pleasantries.*
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
or tell ****** about the swimming pool
*yeah, let's compose the alphabet in music for each letter we try to sound like a wine bottle cork unplugged from vintage; it won't work, i known, but it might get a few skidding on gizmo go go, trying to democratise iran: try turning iran sunni first, you, you defrosted snowman worth a carrot and two chalk coal ******** writing: hardboiled into sight of believable. oh here comes a white man talking privy aloud with the rapper loosing breath, but keeping it up and replacing the pelvic hinges with easy, drool, rhymes; a kind of rubric tablature of scores for rodeo with alternative sounds to: moo, ow, ah, broomstick shoo, take the cow for a milking home from the dead bull dazzled into genesis on t.v.; or that other literati spectator sport of not reading but talking oneself into academic bibliography for an intro.* the great thing about being an alcoholic... you never quiet know when you're drunk or hungover; but it makes up for great twilight sunsets pooh lonely; ah ooh smooch - kisses a honey stick stuck to **** in a hollywood crescendo of                      paparazzi and applause; and anorexia; and dyslexic oiling for a facelift: that's called smiling i have you know -                           enter michael jackson - hippie hip he; if i die aged thirty, i'll be happy to have             been frisky twenty-nine into a thong. *or, alt., tell ****** about the swimming pool and the tadpole kenyans sprinting into impregnated landownerships of priests: sounds like this: pst - herr führer - die schwimmin poolst erst niener jessy ovens geeignet. no one said that african buttocks couldn't bayou the ships ashore, but they did; what?! i'm not the 12" dangle! you keep up racism, i'll keep up mozart's austria; alt. please see how censoring adjectives in relation to objects gives you a false moral subjectivity that's only a matter of pleasantries.*
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The Sunni minority were marginalized Sectarian killings were commonplace In 2012 alone, There were more than 1,600 deaths The interviewer talked to a motorcycle gang They said they wanted freedom But some said they missed the way things were Under Saddam Hussein Some would trade the freedom they had For the stability of Hussein's regime The Shiah cleric Says there is an assault on Iraq Exemplified by the copying of corrupt Western culture. The cleric wanted to eliminate American influence Of any kind Checkpoints make getting Around the city a hassle Subcultures in Iraq are under attack Rap, metal, emo, and classical All are looked down on Gays are persecuted The military uses a faulty device That is supposed to detect bombs But has been proven not at all effective The city exists between extremes There is the religious extreme And people who want to be westernized Without understanding what that is The infrastructure was ruined by the war Hopefully life will get better As they continue to rebuild the infrastructuree
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
10 Years After the Invasion of Iraq
I am going to conceive a son and name him Adam As names in our century have become a conviction A reason for conflict and contradiction I won’t name him Mohammed or Jesus I won’t name him Ali or Omar I won’t name him Saddam or Hussein I won’t name him Ibrahim or Zakaria And not even David or George I fear he grows a racist due to his name A name of which I am to blame To foreigners he’s a terrorist To extremists he’s an infidel To Shias he’s a Sunni And to Sunnis he’s a Shia I fear that he’ll only be worth as much as his name A name of which I am to blame I want him to be named Adam, A Muslim, Christian, Jew. I am going to teach him that his religion is what is nestled in his heart Not his name His name of which I am to blame I’ll teach him about the arab pride illusion And how humanity is the solution. I’ll teach him that god lives in hearts and souls before mosques and churches. I’ll teach him that I began my speech indicating he was a male, as females in our society are destined to fail. I’ll teach him that the problem lies in the Arab society tale.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
Adam
Marathi Muslims From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Marathi Muslim मराठी मुस्लिम Regions with significant populations • India • Pakistan • United Kingdom • Canada Languages • Marathi • Urdu • Hindi• Varhadi• Khandeshi Religion • Allah-green.svg Sunni, Shia, Shia Ismaili Related ethnic groups • Marathi people • Muhajirs • Arabs • Persians • Pakistani people• Pashtuns • Jats • Khoja • Lohanas The term Marathi Muslims is usually used to signify Marathi Muslims from the state of Maharashtra in North-western coast of India, who speak Marathi as a mother-tongue (first language) and follows certain customs different from the rest of Indian Muslims. Marathi Muslims are very prominent in industry and medium-sized businesses. Many members of this community migrated to Pakistan in 1947 and have settled in Karachi and Sindh, contributing greatly to the general welfare and economy of Pakistan. According to 2001 Indian census,[1] There were 10,270,485 Muslims in Maharashtra and constituted 10.60% of the state. Marathi Muslims belong mostly to the Sufi tradition. Visiting the tombs of Sufi saints is very important to this community. See also[edit] Islam in India External links[edit] Marathi Muslims 60% Muslims in Maharashtra live below poverty line References[edit] Jump up ^ Indian Census 2001 – Religion[permanent dead link]
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
मराठी मुस्लिम
you would never say about a Kandinsky: where's the Mondrian?                  luckily we have enough information      about Goldberg's sardines, without asking another poet (other than O'Hara) to sniff out Billingsgate -     and so too: if Burroughs said: all writing limps behind painting        by 50 years -           enough said,      hence came speedy Gonzales with his shotgun and his canned paint...   and i know just as much as sardines in see-through tins -                           well: it was worth a joke, someone was bound to **** into a champagne bottle at some point, and celebrate:      in abstract - or to the point: in concreto - ecce artifex!                             at least enough humility would be worth the same dosage -    specialisations are such: demanding concepts as aboriginal in anthropology -     likewise anthropological: schizophrenics in urbanity -  after all... a concrete jungle - like any half-wit and butt-naked in the Amazon...                     applause for comrade Gagarin and Laika -                    and if Darwin wrote in cyrilica - then it too would have been Mohawk and Brain - salutations and applause -     and if ever in doubt: call it versailles - to denote all forms of                      luxury -      i know: versailles better hides luxury than the hermitage -                      or as King Duck could say being a burden on the Vavel Mount -                                  even the Vavellian dragon died from laughter, even though he was given a sheep stuffed with sulphur - and drank the Vistulla dry... but only when King Quack was laid to rest: and the volk - the naród said:          Katyń 1 - Smoleńsk 3...                                     and there was even a composition by wojciech kilar.     so then... 50 years lagging?     disorientating? muddled, spaghetti loops?    well, as the introduction already mentions, painters can't write - suddenly everything has to have geometry!       any geometrical instrument       in an art's class is seen like a Sunni in Iran - or a Buddhist, at a Bar Mitzvah:                                           boom-town slap-head - choppy waters, brightly illuminated                                                      by the polished cranium sheen.    so why except a Mondrain from a Kandinsky                                                          ?!                                      what a brain-drain!
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
conception: Billingsgate
you would never say about a Kandinsky: where's the Mondrian?                  luckily we have enough information      about Goldberg's sardines, without asking another poet (other than O'Hara) to sniff out Billingsgate -     and so too: if Burroughs said: all writing limps behind painting        by 50 years -           enough said,      hence came speedy Gonzales with his shotgun and his canned paint...   and i know just as much as sardines in see-through tins -                           well: it was worth a joke, someone was bound to **** into a champagne bottle at some point, and celebrate:      in abstract - or to the point: in concreto - ecce artifex!                             at least enough humility would be worth the same dosage -    specialisations are such: demanding concepts as aboriginal in anthropology -     likewise anthropological: schizophrenics in urbanity -  after all... a concrete jungle - like any half-wit and butt-naked in the Amazon...                     applause for comrade Gagarin and Laika -                    and if Darwin wrote in cyrilica - then it too would have been Mohawk and Brain - salutations and applause -     and if ever in doubt: call it versailles - to denote all forms of                      luxury -      i know: versailles better hides luxury than the hermitage -                      or as King Duck could say being a burden on the Vavel Mount -                                  even the Vavellian dragon died from laughter, even though he was given a sheep stuffed with sulphur - and drank the Vistulla dry... but only when King Quack was laid to rest: and the volk - the naród said:          Katyń 1 - Smoleńsk 3...                                     and there was even a composition by wojciech kilar.     so then... 50 years lagging?     disorientating? muddled, spaghetti loops?    well, as the introduction already mentions, painters can't write - suddenly everything has to have geometry!       any geometrical instrument       in an art's class is seen like a Sunni in Iran - or a Buddhist, at a Bar Mitzvah:                                           boom-town slap-head - choppy waters, brightly illuminated                                                      by the polished cranium sheen.    so why except a Mondrain from a Kandinsky                                                          ?!                                      what a brain-drain!
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Sorry if I ofend but yes religion is a joke I must the man next door to choke for he hath other beliefs than I That means he is corrupt In my god he believeth not and so he has to die Jehova knocks upon my door outcast the street corner ***** who her trade she does apply And yet they do the blood deny the blood to keep a child alive better to let the child die I am Shia you are not you are Sunni therefore not of God and so you have go Well my friends I'm none of these I have got the birds and bees I have got what she supplies I've got nature. The only god I need
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Religion, Its A Joke
What ? Woman. Where? Head to toe. Who ? All things tangible. Easy on the eyes. on the inside.     On the inside. I smell strong desire. A fire. That flickers        The scent of sweet tangerines. The skin can burn your eyes.. How many have tried? And cried The floral offering with prickly stem To hold on tight as palms bled. But to have the moon in your vision. As the tide rises with no struggle for decision. Sunni do you know? You must know. Slow and turgid. Slow and sensuosus. The power is yours to lose. They will push your soul Your will. Still.                    The velvet glove my love.                    Stocking feet. My sweet.                    Force with inertia.                    Abide.                                                           You need nothing but be your                                                            Moniker. From the beauty inside                                                                          Your heart is your weakness                                                                            Your salvation.                                                                            So much to give.                                                                            Just live and turn the tide
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
The Sun in repose
What ? Woman. Where? Head to toe. Who ? All things tangible. Easy on the eyes. on the inside.     On the inside. I smell strong desire. A fire. That flickers        The scent of sweet tangerines. The skin can burn your eyes.. How many have tried? And cried The floral offering with prickly stem To hold on tight as palms bled. But to have the moon in your vision. As the tide rises with no struggle for decision. Sunni do you know? You must know. Slow and turgid. Slow and sensuosus. The power is yours to lose. They will push your soul Your will. Still.                    The velvet glove my love.                    Stocking feet. My sweet.                    Force with inertia.                    Abide.                                                           You need nothing but be your                                                            Moniker. From the beauty inside                                                                          Your heart is your weakness                                                                            Your salvation.                                                                            So much to give.                                                                            Just live and turn the tide
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It’s the battle of Baghdad all over again. Shiite versus Sunni, it’s them against them. The push for a Caliphate exacts a high toll. ISIS marches on the capital and, I fear, heads will roll. On Potomac’s fair shores the politicos dither. Are we going to help or just let Iraq wither? We created a vacuum too big to ignore And ISIS has filled it with ****** and gore The blood of the innocent washes the streets as the Iraqi government stares at defeat. Feckless, our leader, abdicating his role, is making a putt on the seventeenth hole. Was it part of his plan to incite revolution? Is he evil or clueless? What is the solution? Does he take a position not based on a poll? We have paid, blood and treasure, and heads ought to roll.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
Heads will roll
i'd like you best wrapped up under the axles of my truck but i'd rather not have to pay your brother to clean it up. get the **** out of my home town your driving the real estate value down. in other words: go back where you came from. we don't need that liberal faggy **** i'm a man. i'm a man. i'm a man. but i love the way my baby looks in that white summer dress caught around the warm summer air, with flowers tangled up in her hair. and the amber sun looks good in her eyes i'm a man. **** a ****** stab a *** make my granddaddy proud. love my baby, she's WASP like me we're gunna start a family. i **** her good, god gave me seed you know i sow it as i please. ultimately- i'm good. got a gun, bring it to school always with me. i know i'm cool- in case i need to get those sunni-shiite *****   shoot my teacher if i fail a test. it's okay.i'm cowboy. i'm good. jesus loves me, he told me so. ******* Hey-Zeus, he mows my lawn. -be ****** if i let them use the good bathroom   it's all right they'll be deported soon. and it's good.   back in the city, jesus-  girls' ******* drop. filthy ***** and cherries to pop. but blondie looks good. follow her home. i'm a really nice guy. don't understand what made her cry. just keep ******* her anyways. feminazi ******* wanna blame me there just mad that they're ugly jealous of my success there all just ***** anyway. blow me. and all those ***** livin' off the government's dime handout ******* all of them should just die. time to rise up time to be family man. i. oh, i'm a good ol' boy, i'm good. (you know i'd **** you if i knew i could.) but i love the way my baby looks in that white summer dress caught up in the ******* air, with flowers -like a promise- all in her hair.
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
country song:a new kind of pop
i'd like you best wrapped up under the axles of my truck but i'd rather not have to pay your brother to clean it up. get the **** out of my home town your driving the real estate value down. in other words: go back where you came from. we don't need that liberal faggy **** i'm a man. i'm a man. i'm a man. but i love the way my baby looks in that white summer dress caught around the warm summer air, with flowers tangled up in her hair. and the amber sun looks good in her eyes i'm a man. **** a ****** stab a *** make my granddaddy proud. love my baby, she's WASP like me we're gunna start a family. i **** her good, god gave me seed you know i sow it as i please. ultimately- i'm good. got a gun, bring it to school always with me. i know i'm cool- in case i need to get those sunni-shiite *****   shoot my teacher if i fail a test. it's okay.i'm cowboy. i'm good. jesus loves me, he told me so. ******* Hey-Zeus, he mows my lawn. -be ****** if i let them use the good bathroom   it's all right they'll be deported soon. and it's good.   back in the city, jesus-  girls' ******* drop. filthy ***** and cherries to pop. but blondie looks good. follow her home. i'm a really nice guy. don't understand what made her cry. just keep ******* her anyways. feminazi ******* wanna blame me there just mad that they're ugly jealous of my success there all just ***** anyway. blow me. and all those ***** livin' off the government's dime handout ******* all of them should just die. time to rise up time to be family man. i. oh, i'm a good ol' boy, i'm good. (you know i'd **** you if i knew i could.) but i love the way my baby looks in that white summer dress caught up in the ******* air, with flowers -like a promise- all in her hair.
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we become, what we inherit... just as the current schism in islam... there is no talk of wahabi shia... is there? no! music! ding'ah ah ling'ah ling! the ******* tehran banjo! iranians love music and poetry is music to them! what's happening?                  it's within sunni islam... well...              let's go for it: infantalism given the modern western woman being... very *******       sensible...                      the malbork castle... sure... but the battle?      burg grünwald (green forest)...                   it's really hard to hear the western narrative with their transgender issues and find yourself basically ******** out these terms... and being called a child for it?             that's ******* western... that really deserves a slap in the face...                   they're ******* annoying... i know i live here... but they're like: meh meh meh... me me me... meh... me... meh...      master race ********    they're pretending to be the masters! no wonder some islamic terrorist puts them in their place!         i'd sooner be scared by a fire-cracker on new-year's eve than the reaction... goo goo mmm ha...                           honestly? watching the **** these people get up to in their pornographic depictions?         i'd probably rather **** a donkey to hear a duck's quack when it *******                 but sure... it's infantile to have some sort of ethnic coordinates... because forgetting your ethnicity leaves you with free-radical pronouns...            but i bow... your problems are really needed in these days of concerns...     ******* hell: clap... clap... clap... clap...     well done!                 i'd rather be a child with ethnic history posits than this zeitgeist of modernity making problems of grammatical terms, with no philosophy book ever having used grammatical categories...    wheeturd gonna blow the **** at some paris venue!                           there's no point pledging an allegiance to the west...                                 oh **** i wish there was some reason... i just can't find enough reasons to truly believe in the barbarity of darwinism and then translating that into: defending retards. i'd actually defend a ******                      but these are ultra-retards...            i literally have no conscience   about putting them into concentration camps where scots teach them grammar; sure, they get all the food they need, after all we need them to come out well versed and over-weight!        concentration camps where they teach them nothing but grammar...           i swear that would end up being more sadistic than something out of north korea...          but i am a sadistic ************ and i'm ****** *** *** yo ** ** and a barrel two more!
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
die erben
we become, what we inherit... just as the current schism in islam... there is no talk of wahabi shia... is there? no! music! ding'ah ah ling'ah ling! the ******* tehran banjo! iranians love music and poetry is music to them! what's happening?                  it's within sunni islam... well...              let's go for it: infantalism given the modern western woman being... very *******       sensible...                      the malbork castle... sure... but the battle?      burg grünwald (green forest)...                   it's really hard to hear the western narrative with their transgender issues and find yourself basically ******** out these terms... and being called a child for it?             that's ******* western... that really deserves a slap in the face...                   they're ******* annoying... i know i live here... but they're like: meh meh meh... me me me... meh... me... meh...      master race ********    they're pretending to be the masters! no wonder some islamic terrorist puts them in their place!         i'd sooner be scared by a fire-cracker on new-year's eve than the reaction... goo goo mmm ha...                           honestly? watching the **** these people get up to in their pornographic depictions?         i'd probably rather **** a donkey to hear a duck's quack when it *******                 but sure... it's infantile to have some sort of ethnic coordinates... because forgetting your ethnicity leaves you with free-radical pronouns...            but i bow... your problems are really needed in these days of concerns...     ******* hell: clap... clap... clap... clap...     well done!                 i'd rather be a child with ethnic history posits than this zeitgeist of modernity making problems of grammatical terms, with no philosophy book ever having used grammatical categories...    wheeturd gonna blow the **** at some paris venue!                           there's no point pledging an allegiance to the west...                                 oh **** i wish there was some reason... i just can't find enough reasons to truly believe in the barbarity of darwinism and then translating that into: defending retards. i'd actually defend a ******                      but these are ultra-retards...            i literally have no conscience   about putting them into concentration camps where scots teach them grammar; sure, they get all the food they need, after all we need them to come out well versed and over-weight!        concentration camps where they teach them nothing but grammar...           i swear that would end up being more sadistic than something out of north korea...          but i am a sadistic ************ and i'm ****** *** *** yo ** ** and a barrel two more!
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Blinded by their hatred of others taught them by those with an equally vile past If you're not like me, some day you'll be or perish for your denial of my god Is this how the extremists share the love of their god would not a god desire converts to choose him yet those who would proselytize offer fear and punishment as their incentive If you're not like me, some day you'll be or perish for your denial of my god You think I speak of Islam no, it is all of the Abrahamic peoples you say, no not us but it continues within all three branches today we see the focus on Islam while we ignore the Zionist movement we complain, what has this to do with Christianity while hiding our eyes from Bangui in the Central African Republic it is Christians killing Muslims because they are Muslims There is no need to travel to see the evidence of this hate the bombings of abortion clinics the ****** of doctors who perform abortions proves the hate is right here at home and there are those who celebrate the deaths of people who do not believe exactly as they do If you're not like me, some day you'll be or perish for your denial of my god We hear the voices of the extremists calling for the deaths of the non believers so many seek that eye for an eye choosing to remain blind in their hate Why is it that even within each leg those known as Sunni cannot get along with the Shiite Protestants and Catholics war with each other the Semites of Israel and Palestine continue to battle when their roots are all found in the same servant of their god Ideology ***** when it drives people to **** each other all their books condemn killing while at the same time justify killing the non believer in the name of their god There is no glory in this How their god must weep how he must wish them to rid themselves of their books and live in peace with each other If you're not like me, some day you'll be or perish for your denial of my god
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
Thou Too Shall Perish
Blinded by their hatred of others taught them by those with an equally vile past If you're not like me, some day you'll be or perish for your denial of my god Is this how the extremists share the love of their god would not a god desire converts to choose him yet those who would proselytize offer fear and punishment as their incentive If you're not like me, some day you'll be or perish for your denial of my god You think I speak of Islam no, it is all of the Abrahamic peoples you say, no not us but it continues within all three branches today we see the focus on Islam while we ignore the Zionist movement we complain, what has this to do with Christianity while hiding our eyes from Bangui in the Central African Republic it is Christians killing Muslims because they are Muslims There is no need to travel to see the evidence of this hate the bombings of abortion clinics the ****** of doctors who perform abortions proves the hate is right here at home and there are those who celebrate the deaths of people who do not believe exactly as they do If you're not like me, some day you'll be or perish for your denial of my god We hear the voices of the extremists calling for the deaths of the non believers so many seek that eye for an eye choosing to remain blind in their hate Why is it that even within each leg those known as Sunni cannot get along with the Shiite Protestants and Catholics war with each other the Semites of Israel and Palestine continue to battle when their roots are all found in the same servant of their god Ideology ***** when it drives people to **** each other all their books condemn killing while at the same time justify killing the non believer in the name of their god There is no glory in this How their god must weep how he must wish them to rid themselves of their books and live in peace with each other If you're not like me, some day you'll be or perish for your denial of my god
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the **** have you learned?   mierda madre!    there's a roll on the R... rhasp...            marx learned his dialectics from Hegel? so....   everyone forgot about Kant?! leave me drunk singing ah'oy'ah yo'y'ah...     i'll sniff the grounds, take a dog to a tow... and beg for relief... the cull in tow for all the security cricis.. syrian death toll.. children cripples... when the sunni overshadow the shiite.... prior to orthodox islam splitting...        death in Damascus.... orthodoxy you leverage cok-sucker...       squirt ah-Lisbon... ich haben leben           vor morschfleisch...    schwachkopf ist alles gut?! alles-gut!              ich bin zu heben ein ursache... mein kind...    mein herz...       ich bin kind... ich bin herz...                     du ein                      schaudern                  kommen sie: willkommen...             ich haben    augen zu sehen                                     schatten. die gott!                 die gott! vater-bergwerk!                     auf ein selbst! auf ein mann!   sein deutsche...           heil...            aye!                    wert die arbeit!
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
für alles die wert von deutsch (ich fühlen mein herz!)
I gave the old man my knife he cut the bread we shared it through the kingdom far he was Sunni I a Shiite our children ate together Muhammad sat at the table the date 632 AD our difference I said at the time Hoseph , such a small qualm he sat glaring in indifference as if I was a different religion an invading sect to this day our children grow up in hate share never the bread or the wisdom but hate and is it what Muhammad said ? Hate **** desecrate my sacred memory? Time has told, unfortunate.
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
632 AD
Sunflower powdered drink, day-to-day as long as the sun needs darkness. "Uruks" helps stimulate sugar and non-metal forests from German sickness shirts.                                    Line and friends, friends, green haired friends, beautiful colors,                                                beautiful colors and sunscreen. Sun, Sun.                                               The gloomy sun of the Muslims in Sunny has hunger.                                   The curtains bring the common cause of teeth by climbing deep,                                      pulling both nerves which are strong.                                        The Company's serum of suicide of all those who believe in hatred of him. Quite close,                                             But beautiful girls and good words... She is a beautiful,                                             beautiful and beautiful woman and beautiful night.                                     And one stomach in the abdomen, eliminate salt.                                          The desert is on the edge of his lips, like a new voice,                                                  the sun is full of cold hearts, sad dreams.                                                The dream is the dream of a dream of life called the finger,                                                                    foot, taste. Mother and in the heart of heaven, offering sea work Secret communication, communication, communication and others. Rich and Shekerek »Fear, fear, laughter and laughing. Scary laugh.                          Stealing foxes with pointless feet. Peace Safinius. Soft food. Babies.                                                            Boys. Wait for the baby in the evening.                               Was banned by bullying                                                             that is small and thin,   utterly speaking in the American word,                                     instead of having another case, save the search,                                                   find the problems of the gold organization.                                             Day-to-day drink of the sunflower's power as long as the sun wants dark "Uruks" to stimulate the sugar and non-metallic jungle from German sickness jersey Line and friends green hair buddy dude beautiful colored color beautiful, beautiful and sunscreen age Sun, Sun,                                                     Sunni Muslims dark sunshine, it has hunger: blinds lead more common causes of teeth by climbing the deep, dragging the two nerves, which offer serum index strength The suicide of everyone who believes in his hatred; pretty close, however, beautiful girl,                                                 and good words. She is a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl and dress she uses. night. And one of the stomach in the abdomen eliminates salt. The desert is at the edge of his lips like a new new sound, the full sun, the cold heart, The sad dream. The dream is a dream of a dream of life called fingers, legs, feet, tasty Catching the finger, and stressing the mother and the heart of heaven offers the sea a task. Confidentiality states communication communication communications and others Riches and Shekerek »fears, fears, laughter and laugh laughing frightening, stealing the fox against peaceless feet peace, Safinius food soft babies, boy, boy, baby babies do not have to have babies babies wait for mountain evenings being banned by harassment close to a small, thin speak fully in the Americas word instead of having another case Save Search Search, issue of gold organization. Sunflower powder drink, day-to-day as the sun needs darkness. "Uruks" helps to stimulate sugar and non-metal forests from German sickness shirts. Line and friends, friends, beautiful colors, beautiful colors and sunscreen. Sun Sun! The gloomy sun has been hunger.  The curtain brings the common cause of teeth by climbing deep, pulling both nerves which are strong. The Company's serum Quite close; But beautiful girls and good words. She is a beautiful, beautiful and beautiful woman. And one stomach in the abdomen, eliminates salt. The desert is on the edge of his lips,  sad dreams. The dream is the dream of a dream Mother and in the heart of offering, Secret communication,                                        communication, communication and others.                                      Rich and Shekerek »Fear, fear, laughter and laughing. Scary laugh.   Stealing foxes with pointless feet. Peace Safinius. Soft food. Babies.  Boys. Wait for the baby in the evening is banned by bullying that is small and thin,                                                                                   utterly speaking in the American word,                                                                            instead of having another case, save Day-to-day drink,                                                                           the sun and the sun Sunny Muslims dark sunshine, it has hunger,                      which offers serum index strength. The suicide of everyone who believes in his hatred. pretty close,                                            however, beautiful girl, and good words. She is a beautiful,                   beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl and dress she uses. night. And one of the stomach in the abdomen eliminates salt. The desert is the edge of his lips, the legs, feet, tasty. Catching the finger, and stressing the mother and in the heart of the sea's task. Rich and Shekerek »fears, fears, stealing the foxes food, babies, boy, boy, baby being banned by harassment close a small, thinly speaking fully in the Americas
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Sunflower powdered drink, day-to-day as long as the sun needs darkness. "Uruks" helps stimulate sugar and non-metal forests from German sickness shirts.                                    Line and friends, friends, green haired friends, beautiful colors,                                                beautiful colors and sunscreen. Sun, Sun.                                               The gloomy sun of the Muslims in Sunny has hunger.                                   The curtains bring the common cause of teeth by climbing deep,                                      pulling both nerves which are strong.                                        The Company's serum of suicide of all those who believe in hatred of him. Quite close,                                             But beautiful girls and good words... She is a beautiful,                                             beautiful and beautiful woman and beautiful night.                                     And one stomach in the abdomen, eliminate salt.                                          The desert is on the edge of his lips, like a new voice,                                                  the sun is full of cold hearts, sad dreams.                                                The dream is the dream of a dream of life called the finger,                                                                    foot, taste. Mother and in the heart of heaven, offering sea work Secret communication, communication, communication and others. Rich and Shekerek »Fear, fear, laughter and laughing. Scary laugh.                          Stealing foxes with pointless feet. Peace Safinius. Soft food. Babies.                                                            Boys. Wait for the baby in the evening.                               Was banned by bullying                                                             that is small and thin,   utterly speaking in the American word,                                     instead of having another case, save the search,                                                   find the problems of the gold organization.                                             Day-to-day drink of the sunflower's power as long as the sun wants dark "Uruks" to stimulate the sugar and non-metallic jungle from German sickness jersey Line and friends green hair buddy dude beautiful colored color beautiful, beautiful and sunscreen age Sun, Sun,                                                     Sunni Muslims dark sunshine, it has hunger: blinds lead more common causes of teeth by climbing the deep, dragging the two nerves, which offer serum index strength The suicide of everyone who believes in his hatred; pretty close, however, beautiful girl,                                                 and good words. She is a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl and dress she uses. night. And one of the stomach in the abdomen eliminates salt. The desert is at the edge of his lips like a new new sound, the full sun, the cold heart, The sad dream. The dream is a dream of a dream of life called fingers, legs, feet, tasty Catching the finger, and stressing the mother and the heart of heaven offers the sea a task. Confidentiality states communication communication communications and others Riches and Shekerek »fears, fears, laughter and laugh laughing frightening, stealing the fox against peaceless feet peace, Safinius food soft babies, boy, boy, baby babies do not have to have babies babies wait for mountain evenings being banned by harassment close to a small, thin speak fully in the Americas word instead of having another case Save Search Search, issue of gold organization. Sunflower powder drink, day-to-day as the sun needs darkness. "Uruks" helps to stimulate sugar and non-metal forests from German sickness shirts. Line and friends, friends, beautiful colors, beautiful colors and sunscreen. Sun Sun! The gloomy sun has been hunger.  The curtain brings the common cause of teeth by climbing deep, pulling both nerves which are strong. The Company's serum Quite close; But beautiful girls and good words. She is a beautiful, beautiful and beautiful woman. And one stomach in the abdomen, eliminates salt. The desert is on the edge of his lips,  sad dreams. The dream is the dream of a dream Mother and in the heart of offering, Secret communication,                                        communication, communication and others.                                      Rich and Shekerek »Fear, fear, laughter and laughing. Scary laugh.   Stealing foxes with pointless feet. Peace Safinius. Soft food. Babies.  Boys. Wait for the baby in the evening is banned by bullying that is small and thin,                                                                                   utterly speaking in the American word,                                                                            instead of having another case, save Day-to-day drink,                                                                           the sun and the sun Sunny Muslims dark sunshine, it has hunger,                      which offers serum index strength. The suicide of everyone who believes in his hatred. pretty close,                                            however, beautiful girl, and good words. She is a beautiful,                   beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl and dress she uses. night. And one of the stomach in the abdomen eliminates salt. The desert is the edge of his lips, the legs, feet, tasty. Catching the finger, and stressing the mother and in the heart of the sea's task. Rich and Shekerek »fears, fears, stealing the foxes food, babies, boy, boy, baby being banned by harassment close a small, thinly speaking fully in the Americas
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