MASADA

BY SISTER MARY IRENE GRANT, SR BA MS SWAMI SARASWATI

Four Jew boy bodies found out in back of the house as it burned brightly, torched in the night air somewhere near Kobletz.

The snake of Texas retreated at last, “Don’t tread on me” in his State lair now become necessity.

A girl of mine not seen for twenty years by her mom, dropped by and banged on my front door “to get out the vote” ostensibly, then flew back rescued to D.C. without me. She called herself “Kathy Cooke”.

The Regina turned on poison gas in the baseboard system with the little pins inserted springing forth from her room upstairs into all the baseboards.

We all got choked off on floor seven. Kikes called Netty: “What shall we do?” He broke away from his Gaza war,then said, “Come here. Better to die fighting Arabs then be stuck in a Finger Lakes tiger pit fighting Pius XII in blackface.”

Before the USA stuff flew, they told the Pentagon what was what, “Please, by morning, tell what to do here!”

“Start another cycle,” old Al Greenfield the tycoon said, then the Weiss devils got shot in the head, out on the streets late at night, to maintain the illusion the next day of the status quo.

Should all be arrested! Safer in the slammer with dogs then to be on the back streets of Rochester, New York at midnight.

Jesus Christ, pray for me!