Germany pretends
that it has a conscience, pretends
as a nation and a state and a people,
pretends that it has a conscience
bleeding remorse. No.
It has nothing. No conscience,
no remorse.
It's national soul is that
of a very clear psychopath,
a master actor with many masks,
and behind the mask of Olaf Scholz
a chilling void in the mind.
Germany plays its pretension so well
that even the actor often believes in it.
Do not fall for it. If they would have
had Zyklon-B during the Drach Nach Osten,
in Rheinland during the First Crusade,
do you doubt they would have used it?
Hitler was not aberration; he was
the 'essential German', the beast
in full control of itself,
unleashed.
Inside every German Christian
lives a part of Hitler,
inside Hitler lived a part
of every Christian German.
Hitler is the ultimate truth about Germany,
a pile of bodies reaching from shore
to shore between blood-fed seas
and rivers, between bone-littered
time and the crimson sky
to which ashes eternally
rise as smoke.
06.09.2022
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