I slam, airplanes into buildings.
I slam, my wife in the head for asking questions.
I slam, my son to the ground for not filling his pockets
with nails and rat poison, and strapping himself with
explosives and boarding a bus full of infidels. I slam.
Islam.
I slam, my wife in the head for asking questions.
I slam, my son to the ground for not filling his pockets
with nails and rat poison, and strapping himself with
explosives and boarding a bus full of infidels. I slam.
Islam.