Protests scatter met by bullets. Shells explode in peaceful crowds. Countries pull out their ambassadors, but do little to stop the criminal in power. Thousands try to cross the borders, tanks rise up from the south and get ready to fill the cemeteries. Rockets fly from RPG´s, mother´s hysterically crying on their knees.
Ruling old persia like a devil Tsar, between aeroplane ears Bashar al assad and his plots for control by massacre. Protestors disperse as soldiers open fire. Tyrants learn the fine arts of being professional liers. Only the outside world can free the country from his grip. His systematic oppression, shrapnel dictatorship.
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