What hope!
Three hundred thousand,
Lives lost,
Babies at best,
Just barely in this world,
Oh yes, the general for this slaughter,
Ah yes, he is alive and well,
Having breakfast just now,
Can’t disturb him,
Oh no, he’s well, no he’s not disturbed,
Ah well, maybe,
Why such fuss, he asks his other gods
They don’t vote,
Send the red tunics, blood red on ice,
Who would realize,
It’s all lies,
They’ll be dead, before they’re wise,
Keep them snooping photographers,
Way of the ice,
So we can tell more lies,
We don’t wants no surprise,
We’ll send the senate and DFO,
To tell them all the so and so,
On our national TV show,
Tell them what they needs to know
In the meantime, kills them little seals,
Who cares if any of them squeals?
Who cares, how thems bleeding hearts feels,
I’m tired of all thems petitions and appeals.
19/03/2008
Petitions and appeals ... maybe someday, somehow it will end. We have to keep trying to make an impact.
God bless you. Kathy
Love Tinka
Thanks Jasmin, for your compassionate heart!
Be always safe,
Karen
Micke
Did anyone yet figure that that Antichrist have a name? and that name is Mammon? That it are slowly strangling the life of everybody until we hear, see and feel the Apocalypses Four Riders?
And, when there are no more animals to kill which nation we will take off? after all we can stop killing...don't we?
Georg