To firmly state
under a sky stripped
of all myth:
Today I die in
protest
of the arbitrary
logic of
domination that here
dominates absolutely
and eradicates all
reason
that might have
been.
From my subjective
part
I can end all
presence and participation
with such a horrid
crime.
And then there would
be no one to explain to
that even this was
futile and counterproductive
as I saved them the
effort
of annhiliating me.
Yet I hear the
ravenous call to dominate
like a constant air
raid siren
that screams for the
terminal solution.
If you don’t
actively support it
you have no rights
what so ever
and you can be
executed at sight
as guilty beyond
redemption.
Your only option is
when to volunteer
in a deathsquad
fully aware
that genocide is
suicide
and you will be
killed
after the next mass
grave is dug,
becuse your services
are
no longer worth the
risk
of witnessess left
behind
this crime against
humanity.
A genocide is
something that
when you do it live
on the mainstream
unapologetic and
unwavering
there will be those
that salute you
just for the sheer
size
of your balls.
Whether this growth
is tumorous
remains to be seen.
Although, it
does smell like gangrene.
And it does appear
viral in origin,
because, for once,
it is the truth,
and therefore
sacriledge
to those populists
that categorically
refrain from
using the truth,
as if it would
demonize them.
As if they were
almost absolutely wrong,
and ugly like cancer
for saying the
things
that the desperate
and deprived
of meaning want to
hear.
Sometimes they want
both genocide and suicide
not quite knowing
which is which,
because that is what
despair does to you.
And you, you have
decided to beg
for the honor of
having an audience
with the powerful,
in stead,
to ask to be buried
in the hole
you hereby volunteer
to dig.
Not because you
believed in their
divine right to rule
just because
god is not there to
stop them.
But because you no
longer
want to have
anything to do
with this being that
forces you
to make the choice
as if it
was the only
fortress left unconquered
and where freedom
and integrity
have taken their
last refuge.
Oh, I do volunteer,
come get me, for I
absolutely refuse
such terms.
Cannibalism is not a
taboo
for the resistance
that is born in me
now that I have come
to know you
because you have
chosen power
over life
and become hostis
humani generis,
the one whose murder
is a humane act.
It was always you
who begged to be put down like an animal
and that in fear of
those who would fullfill your wishes
because you know you
would, gladly,
if your power was
synonymous to impunity.
I can tell you, I
refuse you completely,
even if you were
god,
because the power
you assume
would make you
responsible
for all the horror
there has ever been.
I would always
volunteer to fight you
even if that meant
an immediate death sentence
when caught.
There is only
nothing that can redeem you,
the faster I am rid
of you the better,
so if I have to die
I will,
and if I can, you
will.
