Jerusalem Poem by naphright naphright

I pray for the peace of Jerusalem, your original chosen generation, your heart has not forgot them. Pruned off the make room for other nations. planned by man to eradicate the whole race, the cries of your children continually in your face. Crucial treatment conspired a 1000 year plan, little gods with pride of life thinking temporarily will stand, choosing an alternate scheme for immigration, massive numbers were included in the evacuation. old age ghettos minimal living standard, no Jew, not one master mind not at random. Blood on the land and red are the hands, sterilization voted down either way jews off the face of the ground. Spirit of death making its decree, God himself is their enemy. Doing the unthinkable in total chaos from the genesis of Pharaoh through the Hitler by the holocaust. not enough room for a living soul. Great excuse to terminate the mold, MERCY ON THE WHOLE.