Mossad Poems - Poems about Mossad

...Seven Mossad Agents came to Norway a winter day when a snow drowns the needs of the homeless asleep in a shop's doorway absorbing the sarcastic smell of coffee and the aroma of a Napoleon cream c......Read the rest...

...he waived cross examination innovation had suffered a sucking head wound and the Mossad was after my ass a post Ragnarok picnic with a fire on the ice hot enough to fry a penguin steak code bre......Read the rest...

...The Story by Kamal Nasser loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I will tell you a story ... a story that lived in the dreams of my people, a story that comes from the world of t......Read the rest...

...y Schrödinger equation, mean-field approaches are commonly developed. A detailed derivation can be found in Dalfovo’s article. The generalization of the original Bogoliubov description to the phy......Read the rest...

......Not many people could unite such a force, it was Williamson who was the lynch-pin, if he could be killed they all would splinter, amongst the horde civil wars would begin. This, it appeared,......Read the rest...

...once upon a human two kids named ahmad and stan each in his world loved reading Peter Pan didn't see it coming their dreams broken down by the khazarian plan they fell for their divi......Read the rest...

...torn middle eastern attire an orphaned heart on fire houses turn to rubble gotta bomb them on them on the double who wiped the mossad prints off nine eleven every body knows angels cries from se......Read the rest...

...When Mossad came to town It is many years ago now when Mossad sent a group of assassins to a small town in Norway at the only hotel where a “terrorist” worked as a waiter. When the servant walk......Read the rest...

... Violence is a Gaza border constant Israeli towns receive heavy rain of missile shells Man-made hell, Hezbollah air sent Meanwhile, Mossad infiltrate the tunnels, unpacking C4 bundl......Read the rest...

...I'll always be a poet I'll always breathe dance and weave I'll always be a poet who wanders into the shadows where I will live and I die and in those moments of pain I'll drink to him yes I'l......Read the rest...