When go bald heads well into the Promised Land?
When arguing for Muslim brotherhood?
When will Christians become terrorists?
When is the Pope ready for battle?
What is the reward of righteousness?
What makes humanity inside the same?
Who leads the people probably hoodwinked?
Who makes policy - who does not?
Why not bring them from the throne?
Who still thinks he is the Son of man?
Where the daughter stays among equals?
Who plays into the pockets of the rich?
How can there still help the diamond?
Insurances and banks rake in for the Guelph.
The opponent, this means war.
But people learned: there is no victory at all!
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© Floy Dy Ra, Feb.13.2016
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