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Suicide Attack in Pakistan Kills 75
The careful plodding of men with vengeance worn like a sweater stretched tight upon their soul greet us in languages we need learn but will not while there’s war to be made.

Iraqis outraged as Blackwater case thrown out
Anger, bleeding like the mouth of two rivers found in the drought of justice, shall soon flow by other means.

Missed signals cleared way for suspect to board plane
Fear was no longer the weight increased by our strategy, our steel shelter that drapes us like scarves, but again it was ready to acquire its place, adorned on foreign shoulders.

Iran reformist criticizes government crackdown
Ahead of the darkness, within the lucid entrance of freedom, the flesh of civilian, driven by feet breathing rainfall, demands to be heard. Their story shall be told.

Pakistan Taliban claims it carried out CIA attack - CIA Resolved to Avenge Agents' Deaths
Between them both sits a jackal with red eyes set upon its prey, patient, steady, prepared to die to nourish a foul retribution, a justice built of the same torn flesh.

© 2010 by mark prime

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