An argent message from GAZA
Piece of flesh
Every were there was
Scattered on ground
As if it is a piece of garbage

It is raining blood
From a cloud of bullets
Survivors cry, scream, yell
Till becoming blind

Killers can stop
For hey are robots
Charged by blood

But most of all that matters
KIDs, are killed
Parents, are murdered
Hope is finished
Love is starving
For there is no one to love
For there is no one to love

Its became the city of death
Is became the city of ghosts
This is a murderer, came to a house
Please help them or he might rerun………