Sonderkommando

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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.