Muhammed’s soil
I gave anca a Romanian girl £1700 for rent as she was homeless so she could pay a deposit and rent. I’m now broken from giving. I’m king of the world. My hands are scared with time.
I’m the man with a rock in his hand going to stone you stone you. Now angel Gabriel smashes a rock over Muhammed’s men’s head to make them listen and keep halal chickens to work the soil and make it efficient.
See my halo.
Now Muslims do the third step to heaven and keep halal chickens. I hope Angel Gabriel has made it clear for you now with the signs. Allah is angry as you wouldn’t listen. Now can I live with Elle. My scar is another strong NLP anchor of my belief in Allah and the prophet Muhammed and that I must fight for my own soil.
