Assassin
Assassin
Jinnatul Hossain Tanim
Listen, listen, listen, ungrateful, unfaithful assassin has dreamed of liberation.
In the Second World War, the world leader Hitler whispered the wreckage of the wreckage of the world.
How many crores in plunder, how many miles, All written in Israel,
Listen, listen, listen, listen, heretics, beasts, the cries of the newborn of Palestine can be heard, in the knowledge of death, they are helpless today.
Muslim well illuminated by the arrival of the cataclysm. They will wipe out the killer on the battlefield in the guise of a Syrian newborn hero screaming at the daily bomb.
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