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Recognizing that it is a privilege

To be born on a particular

More or less shitty piece

Of this doomed celestial body,

Constitutes the first step

On a long journey

of revival, Self-reflection

And also hate.

Hatred against predators And oppressors,

Against existence, mankind, against all,

Catalysed all the odium-born strength

On rebuilding

What has to be extinguished.

Authorised by some

Transcendental bushwa,

Even when they call it God,

It’s possible to tear it down to Earth

And bind their malediction

In this sphere.

Seek them hiding in ornate vestment.

Rip out their sinful flesh.

Let them swallow your revenge.

Maybe a seed of renewal grows.

Expose the leprous

To the vengeance of the weak.

Just give them words to speak.

Those become the truthful strong.

Ignis delendus

Ignis februus

Ignis liberatrix

Deserted and abandoned,

Make room for renewal.

Remembrance,

We shall not forget.

Channel the winds

To ignite the ember.