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I am still trying to process this thing, where on earth have you been? I am still trying to process this thing; you have paid double for your sins. You have gotten all the clues on how to fit a brand new pair of shoe. You got everything laid out on a platter with spices and dices cream on top and honey in your tea to elevate you to the top. What have you done with the clues that was baked into the news, a room full of illustration and daily aspiration could not save you from the lion’s frustration that breached the hole in the fenced and send them storming into the lion’s den. It was written in ABC and you could see it in plain language hanging from the ceiling, it is all over the space and it is staring you right into your face. Your men must give an account and be held responsible for what happen on the ground, the many lives that were lost and the victory of terror that was celebrated abroad. Everything comes at a price, with long hours of analysis and painful sacrifice, mothers are weeping for their children and mass grave is dug to bury the dead. The timing was right, and the bloodhound had to put up a terrible fight, but the Asian game provide the settings for a good alibi, paragliding, and bungee jumping was a part of the Asian games but when used on the battlefield made them look insane. Men start dropping from the sky and d-day come alive and Normandy beach brought back painful memory as blood flow from the body of men and soaked into the desert earth. Thousand of them scattered on the land with, big boots and big hat and assault rifle strapped over their backs and the carnage begins in D-day landing. Simplicity opens the door and catapults them from city to shore destroying everything that came into their way leaving bleeding bodies to perish in the street. They hang over the steering wheel in their cars; they never made it to the mall. Burnt out cars lined the street with dead bodies locked inside and the coroners presiding over them with enthusiasm and zeal in his heart ,staring at the bullet holes and dead bodies locked inside the abandon cars. I cannot believe that you are so naïve to sit back and watch them bulldoze your gate and invade your place. The head of the military must stand down and the intelligence chiefs must be stripped of his crown and the police chief must hand his gun and leave the town. The security system has failed and you have to repair it before it’s too late. Welcome to never ending street, the coroners must remove the dead bodies from the road side to a place of safety where they can be identified and given a peaceful burial.
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