Come you zionists of israeeeeel
I can see through your mask
I can see through your lies
I can see you are committing genocide.
Come you people of earth
I want you to shout
I want us to stop the horror
I want it to be no more
Come all you human beings
I know that you know
I know that you care
I know that you are well aware
What we are seeing
Before our very eyes
Is more and more lies
To cover up a genocide.
Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
For more than eighteen hundred years
Israel tried living in the Diaspora
Chased from one town to the next
Pogroms there were more and more of
Jews now live in their own land
Finally responding to pogroms
They’re accused of genocide
Don’t you dare fight back! says the world
~ Instead, commit suicide
Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
To all the folks who curse the Jews
in the end, they will lose
Israel always bounces back stronger
~ curses serving to prolong her
Israel,
the lapdog
of America
and the West.
You are not
a country.
You have become
a symbol
of terror.
Fascism,
rooted in violence
and racial hatred,
has rejected
liberal democracy.
Yet America
and the Western hypocrites
still use you
to perpetuate
their wickedness.
Israel,
you have denied
others
their individual rights,
while embracing
the power
of domination.
Causing chaos
around the world
has become
your daily bread.
Some say,
what you do today,
was once done
in Europe,
until Europe
grew weary
and sent you
to the Middle East.
Now,
the East
is on fire.
But Israel,
remember this—
history
repeats itself.
What came upon you
in the past
may one day
come upon you
again.
Israel,
the love
the world
once had for you
is slowly
fading away.
And those
who defend you today,
may tomorrow
become
your enemies.
For power
cannot purchase
the conscience
of humanity.
And no nation,
however strong,
can escape
the judgment
of history.
Jesus thank you for today.
I woke up early around 5.am
today I dreamed I met you Jesus near the Jordan river on a grassy beach.
I blew a silver conch and was talking with my sister Andrea she asked me If I was sure I wanted to stay in Israel. I told her it felt like home.
after turning around and I blew the silver conch I saw Jesus above down the path coming toward us.
He was on a personal throne it looked small and he was the man from the shroud of turin only healed.
Jesus you are my best friend. I love you Jesus for visiting me in my dreams so much. All you need to do is ask him to visit you in your dreams and he will he did for me after I saw someone else say the same thing just ask him to visit you he will.
Hi Jesus thank you for visiting me last night in my dreams. Hope you will stay my best friend forever. Love you Jesus so much thank you for letting me know you love me.
O Israel—
your hands
drip
with innocent blood
in Gaza.
You have butchered
women,
children,
and men.
You have destroyed
their homes—
and their hopes.
The Middle East,
once at peace,
now stands
as a bloodbath
since your arrival
in 1948.
O Israel—
you have taken
more innocent souls
than any nation
upon this earth.
In Lebanon,
your violence
has struck
the defenseless.
A land
once peaceful—
now turned
into hell.
In Syria,
your brutality
is known.
In Iraq,
your cruelty
is not forgotten.
In Iran,
one hundred and seventy-two
women and men—
lost
in the name
of greater Israel.
Because of your deeds—
a nation
once favored,
once loved
by the world—
now stands
among the most hated.
Saint Paul warns:
“Do not be deceived—
God cannot be mocked.
A man reaps
what he sows.”
O Israel—
your sins
are now
too heavy.
As the plane thundered overhead,
the little one smiled—faint, fragile—
at last, he thought, help had come.
He hungered for bread,
for water,
for life.
He was mistaken.
With trembling hands,
he lifted his empty plate—
but death was what descended.
Fire rained from the heavens,
hell unleashed upon him,
though innocence clothed his soul.
And far away, they celebrated.
They named him terrorist—
a child who only begged for bread.
Yes—
a terrorist,
for daring to be hungry.
WE WON NO WE WON
FOOL YOU BOTH HAVE LOST A TON
NO MATTER HOW SPUN
Be human, be kind, feed the children, do not burn them. Free Palestine.
(For the restoration of justice, peace and normality in the middle east)
Pride of arabs, hezbollah
and you, iranian army
take the initiative. Unite!
to deal with the scumbags
and with the houthi for support
different cultures, common goal
together you can do this
Reclaim the stolen arab land
make israel disappear
the ethnostate of criminals
the most immoral country
the genocidal zionists
insult to all mankind
its puppet has blood on her hands
america's complicit
That entity should not exist!
a crime is its existence
for justice, for humanity
from every map erase it
(Then, the whole planet will rejoice
indians are excluded)
O Israel,
greatness hides in humility.
The proud sword shines briefly.
The quiet hand rules longer.
An African proverb whispers:
a king who governs by violence
shortens his own reign.
Aggression summons aggression.
Blood remembers blood.
If you seek to lead
the Middle East,
do not conquer with fire.
Conquer with patience.
Water defeats stone
not by force
but by persistence.
Soft power is the unseen army.
Humility is its shield.
Through war
you carve memory
into the hearts of generations.
Victory today
can plant rebellion tomorrow.
Pain travels through time.
Children inherit it.
If peace is desired,
let wisdom speak.
Two peoples
must breathe the same horizon.
Brotherhood and sisterhood
build what armies cannot.
A nation becomes greater
when it learns restraint.
The soft heart
moves mountains
the sword cannot touch.
Remember this:
Empires endure
not by fear alone
but by the consent
of those who live beside them.
And the universe itself
leans toward those
who choose wisdom
over conquest.
MIDDLE EAST IN FLAME
DOW JONES NOW DOING THE SAME
TRUMP YOUR GAME YOU BLAME
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