Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

TARTAN ARMY


We are God's Tartan Army
And God's people plus God's Tartan Army soldiers
Ar marching all the way from Telaviv to Lybia
And God's Tartan Army will take over Lybia
And soon the civil war will begin
But the people that are Americans, Canadians, and Lybia
Will leave home
But the Americans will go back to America
And the Canadians will go back to Canada
But where will the people from Lybia go?
Which country will accept the people from Lybia?
And I believe That Gods Tartan Army will fight through the end
And there will be blodshed and deaths throught the end of the civil war in Lybia because God and his Tartan Army is in control of lybia now

Submitted: Friday, March 18, 2011
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