… sweeps cloud like across Germany.
It billows back and forth up there like an invisible, farting sea.
Created by the primates at the top of the state.
Inhaled by their subjects—from host to parasite.
And exhaled again all around in nostrils greedily sucking it in.
It can go nowhere else—this billowing cloud of madness.
It cannot disperse and make itself useful elsewhere.
It caresses the thoughts of host and parasite in an eternal cycle.
It caresses their limbs. Their joints. Their organs, incessantly, inside and out.
Caresses their eyes. Their tongues and teeth. Their desires and their fears.
Caresses their anger and their desire for redemption.
Finally, through their breath, caresses the words they utter:
“We can no longer bear to be mere spectators!”
“We want what contradicts us to be destroyed!”
“We demand the annihilation of our enemy!”
“Every day he is shown to us on TV!”
“Give us war! – We want war!”
“We want to be redeemed from our anger!”