As a cover for rampant antisocial egophilia.
An obsessive evocation of "history".
A fake history composed of petrified misconceptions, preconceptions and concoctions.
Error transmogrified by tradition into sacred Fact.
Always in search of relics of the Martyrs.
A pervasive smell of death.
A celebration of supposed martyrdom.
The dead rule.
But only the dead of our confession.
The dead of the others do not exist.
Or they actually deserved their extermination.
A theological danse of cadavers sucking every drop of blood from the bosom of today.
There is no today.
An obsessive evocation of "history".
A fake history composed of petrified misconceptions, preconceptions and concoctions.
Error transmogrified by tradition into sacred Fact.
Always in search of relics of the Martyrs.
A pervasive smell of death.
A celebration of supposed martyrdom.
The dead rule.
But only the dead of our confession.
The dead of the others do not exist.
Or they actually deserved their extermination.
A theological danse of cadavers sucking every drop of blood from the bosom of today.
There is no today.
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