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Off with his head

Off with his head

Off with his head

Only a child of twelve
born to a hateful world
My dear boy, how could i say goodbye

In front of a screaming crowd 
Only to happy to witness 
The tears of my baby
Crying so loud

His name

Abdullah Issa

Do not forget him
Only a child of twelve
Decapitated at the neck

Fuck this world, fuck this fucking hateful world, 
I will cry until time forgets.

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sparrowsong

Hello Gerard...

People don't appreciate how blessed we are...

There is so much evil in the world...

People in this Country with so much sadness and broken hearts and so much emphasis on how bad we have it...

Nothing could have a greater impact than watching your loved one be beheaded I wouldn't think especially, when it's not an accident...

People here kill one another everyday...

They will make love and kill...

They will rob and kill...

They will do whatever...

Some do it for a way to lead to their own death because, they don't want to do it themselves...

Some do if for the fame and die before they get to see it...

This is such a tragedy that will never make sense...

Great tribute to this young boy and other tiny victims...

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Nine Eleven

Thank you, i wrote that last year when i read about it in the news, news that i can no longer read, it seems to be full of death and unfortunately death sells.

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