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speech. I have read in books about the cooks who put humans in boiling oil and people chained who tilled the soil. About charming indignation; of the Inquisition’s creation; of cleansing Sparta by killing infants; of pleasing Rome by killing Christians so to preserve their nations. If the Hutus would just finalize the Tutsi souls to their demise, they could equal a million Armenians dead or the six million Jews I read. Nothing like a pogrom to clear one’s head. When I read the paragraphs I could smell the sweet mustard on the Kurds bodies congealed, and taste the healthy rice in Pol Pot’s teaching fields. But I felt a new define of happy rage, as my teardrops fell upon the page, when I learned of Mongol deeds flying upon their swiftest steeds, using as human shields China’s children, did for the cause, erase thirty-five million. We cannot just sit idle by, I must indulge the retribution that hides behind my eyes. In the name of Taurus and of Aries we will wipe out Geminis. |
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