Yacub's children keep winning

[Imretarded?]

 

[BigBiceps]

God bless that kid, what a horrific fate.

 

[Imretarded?]

God bless that kid, what a horrific fate.

god bless the white race.

 

[sigmamogger]

The child could not see,could not hear,could not speak, could not even move. He had no means of survival, but the child was not afraid. He did not cry because he could not use his throat, but even if he could he probably wouldn't have. The child knew that even without any means of survival, he would survive. The people around him treated him like a treasure, because the realized that by touching him parts they were missing would gradually be filled. Those with ailing lungs saw their lungs heal, the timid were filled with courage, the lonely had their hearts filled, even those who lost their legs slowly regained them. What the child had was the power to impart his soul. His soul would be bestowed whenever he was touched, wounds that could not be healed by their own soul would be healed. At the same time....
While their wounds healed, the knowledge they gained acquired talents that blossomed, all of it were ingrained into the pieces of the child's soul. And, all of that would return to the child once they died. Those who touched the child would not live for long, a few years, a few months, some would die after only a few days, yet the people kept flocking to the child. Everytime a piece of his soul returned, the child's unmoving arms and legs and his eyes that could not see would slowly heal. Eventually, as the child's unhearing ears began hearing, he realized that people were calling him by a strange name. He understood that this was the name of the god these people worshipped. Yet he chose nonetheless to take that name for his Own.

 

[Imretarded?]

The child could not see,could not hear,could speak, could not even move. He had no means of survival, but the child was not afraid. He did not cry because he could not use his throat, but even if he could he probably wouldn't have. The child knew that even without any means of survival, he would survive. The people around him treated him like a treasure, because the realized that by touching him parts they were missing would gradually be filled. Those with ailing lungs saw their lungs heal, the timid were filled with courage, the lonely had their hearts filled, even those who lost their legs slowly regained them. What the child had was the power to impart his soul. His soul would be bestowed whenever he was touched, wounds that could not be healed by their own soul would be healed. At the same time....
While their wounds healed, the knowledge they gained acquired talents that blossomed, all of it were ingrained into the pieces of the child's soul. And, all of that would return to the child once they died. Those who touched the child would not live for long, a few years, a few months, some would die after only a few days, yet the people kept flocking to the child. Everytime a piece of his soul returned, the child's unmoving arms and legs and his eyes that could not see would slowly heal. Eventually, as the child's unhearing ears began hearing, he realized that people were calling him by a strange name. He understood that this was the name of the god these people worshipped. Yet he chose nonetheless to take that name for his Own.

Americans left their mark. dark traid bad boys

more western war crimes

 

[sigmamogger]

Americans left their mark. dark traid bad boys

more western war crimes
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Allat for nigger tyrone to fuck all the snowbunnies

 

[Imretarded?]

Allat for nigger tyrone to fuck all the snowbunnies

they're evil, not immune to cuck shit