Your pacifist philosophy has no meaning to a baby born in a concentration camp, for war and peace do not stand when there isn't a fighting chance.
The road to peace has become the worst kind of violent. Darkness and light inverted in meaning, let's kill the guards while they sleep and make art of their severed heads and butchered bodies. A new Mikvah for a new age, drench yourself in blood to forget, and you will die without regret. We shall be resurrected by their screams as we rape them in their dreams. Laugh in their faces as they kill you, leaving a scar on their minds. I dug a mass grave for love and hope, poisoning them with their own hate, and now I will never die (live on as demons in their souls).
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