With the heinous crimes that are turning gray among the remaining children, and the obscene lies, slander, and deceit, and in the picture there are rabid dogs.
They have become in ruin, inferiority, and discord. Their killers curse each other, disbelieve each other, disavow each other, and hate each other in humiliation and aggression in the command rooms. And on the ground, the blind killing machine of buildings, of meanings, of water, and of the air is stained with pure, intelligent blood, without distinguishing between a peaceful person sleeping in the house or a person who is awake. Home and loved ones are lost, carrying their dead, and their quest has failed. How can the dust hide them? There is no wounded person in an ambulance targeted by fire to seek shelter.. and forced displacement from the land, racial discrimination, ethnic cleansing, and genocide.. a disgrace on the conscience of the oppressive, blasphemous world, and it has bent over its stomach with the fall of evil in sleep..
What is the use of writing about what and why? ? I am tired of the attribution, the insinuation, and the statement. I wish I had died before this, or even slept for a while, resting and at ease... and the depression almost made me a sacrifice.
And the good, pure children, the women, and the loyal, pious elders, without a fingerprint. They died with the utmost injustice, fragments of martyrs. For what sin did they die and become alive, then they returned to the glorious vineyard, the fig trees, the olive trees, and the Romans, and the fingerprint returned to the one who steadfastly remained in ruins and reaped the two gardens, Dan, and the DNA in the depths of the gene was released, discarding those who died many times over. Hossam Battar In the chests and in the throats of the Zionist entity’s harmony, it is seized by the forelocks and the feet of the secrets of a nuclear hurricane that led without dust, and in some calamities there are signs, wisdom, and clarification..
Whether the awakening came when the moon appeared, or when the sun rose, there was a huge flood and the slumber ended at noon, or shrouds were laid on the bodies of the honorable rulers at sunset, or chivalry was born from the wombs of those who oppressed the Hyksos since the ancestors of time, at the peak of the surrounding era, and in Hattin, the thieves, the thieves, the criminals.
If the lion snores and is drunk and teaches the parrot, it will be recidivism
Thieves will inevitably invade homes...
They are coming, their faces are black from sins, their eyes are blue with betrayals..........
And whoever betrays the homeland, the situation will be subject to reversal, if he is a traitor or an idiot, such as a thief who steals his father’s money and gives it to the thieves.
His father is the one who suffers.. One day he will forgive him...........................
Nor will the excise thieves thank him...
Is it time to learn lessons? ?