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The Gold Knife

We onkwehonwe could make gold knives and sharpen them on any rock, but we preferred to make gold ornaments. Look at barbarians for them weapon of murder is their sanctity and there is no dignity and honor in them. Look at the ripped off the heart of Volhynia knives of neighbors of UPA call with their flag black and red – red of blood, black of death. Look at the Falseman who ordered atomic bombs to be thrown on innocent women and children. This was Holocaust as cruel as Auschwitz.

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