Weeping for peace

Somewhere hidden, being delighted by their own dirt, laughing at the tremendous hurt they have provoked, imaginarily splashing about in the blood they have shed, these assassins will enjoy themselves without knowing that they are the dead ones, ignoring that their victory is nothing but one more step towards the dark abyss that will swallow them and to which they will be shoved by all of us who believe in life and peace, in understanding and harmony.

And if we cannot take them to the edge of this precipice, our sons or the sons of our sons will do it, until they finally fall into the black emptiness of their evil.

We are a lot, we are the majority. They are few and villain and they have lighted the wick of their own destruction. Those who kill us, do not deceive yourselves, because you are the victims.

Every single life is all our lives.

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