The virus of well−fed pacifism, those who have never tasted. Good old vaccination, I did not want it. They profess, peace is lost along the road, peace does not soil the hands, will not come. Avoided bloodshed, entrails shining outward. The edge of the earth at eye level and everyone sustainable, inclusive and ethical. Soulless neutrality, plundered heroism, what do they hope for. I do not want to hear. A foreign body, a parasite with pretensions, nowhere and everywhere at once, sprouts with
envious speed. A pact with oneself, no time to sleep, uninvolvedness, comprehensive responsibility for every unmade breath, why not me. Discrimination and pity, naive exploitation of war, useful manipulation, slaves of noble causes. Not me, not me. Bitter guilt, lost dreams, is hope, shy hangovers, wasted ideas, not enough blood, expected violence, ready/not ready, never ready. Hateful fools, innocent, miserable, I did not want to know. Postponed joy, a clean bed, how postponed the farewell, who was first. Promised to meet, one last time, did not meet, with whom. Where is that day, we will drink it away like beasts, we will mourn all our last days. What is my guilt.
