Christie-Wild International

That he and many fellow soldiers'. Had seen the Angel of Mon's in the SKY.
The mass killing and destruction of flesh and blood their bodies stained along with the soil that they enrich with its last ebb of life.
Cries of wounded whimpering for their mothers a cry for water with pain of the about to die.
Our ancient ancestors no doubt delighted in sacrifice.
The Celts. Gaels. Romans. Aztec's. And the inquisition. The many skills of expert torture professionals that once worked their craft and resided at the Tower of London. History will show the many ways of racking with pain the human body to induce the agony of mind and body. Hallucination from this nightmare and we soon utter an unheard cry from our lips. Delirium or trance we drift to imagination of another world. drifting in and out of a surreal imagery.
Bang your Forehead continuously.
Wail at the wall.
Chant Or stew magic mushrooms. Or smoke the devil's weed.
Temporary holding up the German Advance.