When the British police took my father forever, and when I was - TopicsExpress



          

When the British police took my father forever, and when I was left on the streets to be held up at gunpoint, beaten, and stabbed, who else stood up for me and for all Irish people, when nobody thought us of any significance, when I was so entirely crushed and forgotten that I couldnt even remember myself? Who else could be brother, father and friend to me all at once? He will return, and all shall witness the fall of the Great Whore of Babylondon and her mercenary racist pig foot-soldiers, may their flesh be put into the mouths of dogs. Selah.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 05:54:12 +0000

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