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KINGDOMS WRECKED: THE FALL OF THE EMPIRES



JOY SUN

I once knew (as we've all known) some tiny headless empires, spatey and spatty, mingly and senseless, not serving one good. Now, talk of goodness - deliberately existing as illeterates with the sole purpose of raping women and girls and terminating their destinies and fighting petty battles as means if sourcing for and servicing satanic alters and age-long fallen practices of purposely, cleverly, boldly or stylishly shedding blood to please some god-forsaken idols that neither have a foundation to support their hopeless empires or give them corn, as they allude, in abundance, rather than make their lands and springs deserts which they dessert, forsake and journey away from - to start more wickedness? No way! I thought I fought the daily breads of CARNIBALISM?

Why was Confuscius so confused that corn became few all over the world and not only China in his days? And why are Hindus hindering the progress of everyone? An Efik proverb says: "Even a magician while conjuring, steals out time the to urinate." Imagine the disgrace to a people who have not yet learnt the dignity of man! And why did Bhudda tade and women, and Mohammed most abundantly as a sole pride and not lament that "property title" was their gid while they taught beggarly day-to-day cheap knowledge with inspiration of demons on empty minds or even stolen ones from the Bible? Should we know? Look beneath your feet. It's 12 noon in Africa. Now, we'll tell the Africans clearly before bombing them when, so they can prepare their hearts fir their death, and Seventy Eastern nations will escape cold and hungry into a dry, waterless desert and be shut there for years, till they are sampled and butchered one by one for their sins. And should Moscow and Beijing rise up, we'll teach them they are headless cows and a hopeless carnibalistic club. Because Shina is a pooh palance well adapted for feeding on faeces. Infact, any - anybody at that matter.


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KINGDOMS WRECKED: THE FALL OF THE EMPIRES

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