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.

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

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 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

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 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

I am a fallen tile from the roof of heaven broken in pieces on the floor of hell I am the voiceless dust of ages an echo of death that none can quell Grave digger, worm killer, death piper, shaman Ghost dancing corpse, on wind pulled string Now I’m alone in a deep dark hole lost in a pit with a worm & a song lost in a pit below, lost in a pit below lost in a pit with a worm & a song alone buried dreams rot, buried dreams rot, buried dreams rot lost in a pit with a worm & a song Hell, war & ash - burning Hell, war & ash - searing Hell, war & ash - smoking Hell, war & ash - scorching Hell, war & ash - gleaming Hell, war & ash - glowing Echoes of death I hear voices of yesteryear I’m....blind to wander in mists unclear Will I see the night again forever lost in never-ending dark descending, unrelenting nothingness spinning, whirling, Suffocate in coffin dust choke on ash and human soot we become the stifled air to rise and fall like frayed moth wings frayed moth wings frayed moth wings splintering into emptiness Lost in a pit with a worm and a song counting the cost when its all fucking gone wallowing deathly sallow throng to fade to ash where I belong iron and rust is all that’s left haunting shades of emptiness to melt into eternal rest a slave of sleep at times behest