War on terror
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As I sat in my chair one evening fair, with my family sitting there without a care.
I heard a blare from Satan's layer, to come and snare my right to heir.
My family heard it too, what to do? is this a demon come for you?
This is for Alan Kurdi, a three year old boy who drowned on september 2nd 2015 in the mediterranean sea,
while fleeing civil war in Syria.
Who was later coined the Little Syrian Boy.
Alan,
We still remember your name.
Back when the two pillars of freedom collapsed
A people, galvanized, suited up and axed
The chance to make peace by going to war
Without ever asking; What are we fighting for?
Jihadi Vacation DayVacation day, they plannedthe jihadi way. Gather guns and kill away,upon a Christmas party. Well placed video cams,worn upon their heads. After the insanity, go home and post on YouTube lickity split.. Proclaim, they're heaven b
The search had took years on end
but it had finally been done
The very corners of the earth had been scavenged
but it had finally been done
The man deserved justice
and it finally been done.
