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>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Saddam so much, I had all the statues and propaganda posters
>I pray to Saddam every night before bed, thanking him for standing alongside our Palestinian brothers and protecting the Arab world from western imperialism
>"Saddam is love" I say; “Saddam is life”
>My dad hears me and calls me a Ba'athist
>I know he was just an Iran sympathizer and he's jealous of my loyalty to the one true leader
>I called him a Shia
>He whips me with his belt and sends me to go clean his cum off the goat
>I’m crying now, and my face hurts
>I go out to the barn, it's really cold and dark
>Suddenly, a shadowy figure begins approaching towards me and I begin feeling nationalistic and regional pride
>It’s Saddam
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear “Wihda. Hurriya. Ishtirakiya.”
>My heart leaps with joy as I finally hear those magical words from Saddam's deep and masculine voice
>He grabs me with his powerful Ba'athist hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I am ready
>I spread my ass-cheeks for the Lion of Babylon
>He penetrates my butt-hole
>It hurts so much but I do it for him
>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please the man in charge of the Arab world
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love
>My dad walks in
>Saddam looks him straight in the eyes and says “Israel will not last, the Arab world will know unity”
>Saddam proudly marches away with his head held high, like a true alpha male
>Saddam is love. Saddam is life.
>I loved Saddam so much, I had all the statues and propaganda posters
>I pray to Saddam every night before bed, thanking him for standing alongside our Palestinian brothers and protecting the Arab world from western imperialism
>"Saddam is love" I say; “Saddam is life”
>My dad hears me and calls me a Ba'athist
>I know he was just an Iran sympathizer and he's jealous of my loyalty to the one true leader
>I called him a Shia
>He whips me with his belt and sends me to go clean his cum off the goat
>I’m crying now, and my face hurts
>I go out to the barn, it's really cold and dark
>Suddenly, a shadowy figure begins approaching towards me and I begin feeling nationalistic and regional pride
>It’s Saddam
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear “Wihda. Hurriya. Ishtirakiya.”
>My heart leaps with joy as I finally hear those magical words from Saddam's deep and masculine voice
>He grabs me with his powerful Ba'athist hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I am ready
>I spread my ass-cheeks for the Lion of Babylon
>He penetrates my butt-hole
>It hurts so much but I do it for him
>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please the man in charge of the Arab world
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love
>My dad walks in
>Saddam looks him straight in the eyes and says “Israel will not last, the Arab world will know unity”
>Saddam proudly marches away with his head held high, like a true alpha male
>Saddam is love. Saddam is life.
