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Palestinian child intro speech
“And let history know the number of bombs, it kills the children and destroys the houses, and let days speak about the betrayal of rulers. And the conspiracy of the regime as if they were monkeys. And the battalion of Al Qusam, refuses to surrender, it keeps moving forward as if they were thunder, and are many in number. Its ideology is luminous, in its heart is foresight, its weapon is solidarity, so come ‘O brothers, lets keep going forward to paradise, so we catch up with the delegation, our blood is pure, our souls are proud, our lives are a gift to the lord we worship, our weapon is faith, patience and solace, and we supplicate to the most merciful, that accept the testimonies.”
Kings of fleas, patriots
Throne of flies, fanatics
Swarm of gnats, terrorists
Rodent idols, assassins
Nakba, kill ‘em all
Every fucker & his mother hates some fucking one
Israel, kill ‘em all
Every fucker & his mother hates some fucking one
Islamic State, kill ‘em all
Every fucker & his mother hates some fucking one
Zionists, kill ‘em all
Star of David, spitting hatred, on star & crescent moon
Nakba, kill ‘em all
Every fucker & his mother hates some fucking one
Israel, kill ‘em all
Every fucker & his mother hates some fucking one
We hate you all, we always will
East hates west, south hates north
Cankerworm, sons of Christ
Reaping choices, with sour scythes
Behold a land where thieves clad in gold become a sacrifice to chaos.
Palestine, this dark abortive blunder that is three gods, three weeds from one root, an abomination of a desert nomad’s mumblings.
This is the forgotten key to a conundrum of hate.
The morning star, has lost its gleam
Kill your dreams, the dreams you dream
We count the cost of crescent & cross
Explosive belts, where all is lost
Nakba, kill ‘em all
Every fucker & his mother hates some fucking one
Israel, kill ‘em all
Every fucker & his mother hates some fucking one
Come feast upon Gods glory, but heaven tastes of rotting meat, come drink from the fountain of grace, but only if you like warm piss.
We write the word ‘freedom’ in the seductive puddle of warm blood.
Yet, freedom is an illusion in the nadir of unfettered violence, and war, the epitome of human indifference.
Yet amongst the seemingly timeless autumn of echoing sobs, there is always the tiniest leaf of humanity to cover the bones of hope from the all darkening shadow of dripping woe.
We wander the ulcerated land worshiping the grotesque reflections of God in the mirrors of madmen, with our eyes burning like fires in angry caves.
In the end, we are all just players in this ethnic gang rape pantomime.
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Gods at War
04:56
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Under one god, Allah
Kill for me
Under one god, Jesus
Human meat
Under one god, Allah
Kneel in blood
Under one god, Jesus
Kiss my feet
Gods at war
Gold and tears
Gods at war
No frontiers
Gods at war
Guns for hire
Gods at war
Our hell fire
Under one god, Allah
Phantom states
Under one god, Jesus
Slitting throats
Under one god, Allah
All must kneel
Under one god, Jesus
Through me kill
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The Angel With One Eye
05:58
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My dried up tears, a lingering mist
Festering shades of heavenly bliss
The hatred of god has never ceased
With mirthless sorrow from buried smiles
No resurrection, no falling sky
Just an angel, with one burning eye
No god decrees my sins forgiven
For all I am is heaven given
With one eye shut and one eye open
With one wing strong and one wing broken
I reek of sin, of flower and thorn
Deny me not this wine of scorn
I dream of death, alive I breathe
In sacred silence, on fear I feed
For I am legion, I am many
I am nothing in a land of plenty
I am the fallen, lost among sheep
A celestial star that never sleeps
A burning memory of dark divine
A turning century of another time
Lives of men can never last
What is now will come to pass
I looked for sleep but sleep found me
Now I rest, now I’m free
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I am the angel with one eye
East, West, North, South
I am the angel with one eye
East, West, North, South
Fishing for dreams with hope on a hook
I am the abyss, the sunless brook
A hang man bites in nethermost springs
A nightmare caught and there he swings
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Hark The Potter's Field
07:29
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For god we thirst
For god we starve
For god we crawl
For god we bind
For god we rot
For god we die
For god we slay
For god we kneel
There is no shame in being free
For god we flog
For god we bleed
For god we take
For god we crush
For god we cheat
For god we burn
For god we maim
For god we scar
Kill, fuck, rape
Rape, Fuck, kill
There is no shame in being free
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We are the fragments of the earth
We fall asleep and never awake
We wear a crown of servitude
& tragic masks of burning fate
Dying shapes of dreams unfold
The end of all has been foretold
We drown our dreams in deicide
& icy rivers of suicide
The gates of heaven are rusted tight
So we live in hell awakened
& so for we, who never dream
We must live among the taken
For god we rot
For god we die
For god we slay
For god we kneel
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