Thursday, 7 March 2013

The Clock is Running....



Every 4.6 seconds a child dies and the cause of this horror is Big Business. Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... child dead Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... child dead  Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... child dead...

This ghastly clock of death is 24/7 and it never stops running Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... child dead...

So let us remember here in a visual sense what 100 dead children looks like

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The World is run to the whim of a few Super Elite who do not mind at all if children are sacrificed upon the alter of Mammon.... just as long as it is other peoples children not theirs... and your's are next.

Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... child dead Tick... Tick... Tick...



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