Marco Aurélio

Friday, April 12, 2024

The Definition of a TERRORIST

by BENJAMIN NETANYAHU

We can't argue with a Genocidal man when he defines the actions that constitute a Genocide and proceeds to act that way.

| Yes. Every accusation is a confession. |

Monday, March 18, 2024

| DEATH CLOCK |

Aid Works MURDERED by Nazi israel

imagine. Waking up like THIS

brothers in genocide

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israelis Satanic Teletubbies

israelis Hitler's school charter

update

some MERCH for the UNJEWS.

she went looking for flour for her kids,

came back to RUBBLE

I STAND WITH..

FIFTY

BABY picture of famine

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

ONE HUNDRED

the FLOR massacre

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY

IDF channel | shot by soldiers |

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

TWO HUNDRED

lie ANOTHER lie

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY

"We'll turn Gaza to dust." IDF

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

THREE HUNDRED

a little boy in shock

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY

a boy searching for food

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

FOUR HUNDRED

the SAFE zone

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY

hospital in FLAMES

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

FIVE HUNDRED

DEAD baby

israel. israel. israel. israel. israel.

hungry baby CRIES

Nothing to FEED my children

PICTURE of famine

the SAFE zone

SAFE zone

little girl consoling MOM

strolling to STARVATION

Thursday, February 29, 2024

to THE NEW ISRAELIS and ALL PALESTINIANS

play song

These mist-covered mountainsAre a home now for meBut my home is the lowlandsAnd always will beSomeday, you'll return toYour valleys and your farmsAnd you'll no longer burn to beBrothers in arms

Through these fields of destructionBaptisms of fireI've witnessed your sufferingAs the battle raged highAnd though they did hurt me so badIn the fear and alarmYou did not desert meMy brothers-in-arms

There are so many different worldsSo many different sunsAnd we have just one worldBut we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell, andThe moon's riding highLet me bid you farewellEvery man has to dieBut it's written in the starlightAnd every line in your palmWe're fools to make warOn our brothers in arms