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i was promised land in the state of Israel. a promised land. land of dreams, or sorrows. land that belong to another man. land that harbor terrorists. terrorists like me. i am a terrorist and I declare war against the state of Israel. when this forgotten land will be cleansed from the men and women and their children... i can not continue in this manner because it grieves me too much. alas, there is such a feeling as grief. grief is a torture of soul. sucking it out to the other dark side. i think we today in our society clearly demonstrate that we can not conceive of any idea that is not concievable. does not that convey the tale about linguistic animal who in order to believe must think. |
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