only something putrid and decomposed
can be the fountain of so ingenuous beliefs,
of all those dangerous and stinking thoughts
each one of your words
makes me feel repulse
cause they are impregnated
of your dying, weak thoughts
and reason
your mind have rotten
and you race have degenerated
until make you say senseless words
and think about absurd beings
trying to infest all human race
with your inner illness
you will find your death
bastards and "barbarous
building of hates
and disloyalties"
festering all your infested thoughts
you want to decompose all our minds,
but ....
your own infection will make you
dying a long time at our sight
and then please us with your agony
and remnants
"until finally become a diminished specie,
almost ridiculous, an herd's animal,
a docile being,
sickly and mediocre."
" hasta que acabo formándose una especie empequeñecida, casi ridícula, un animal de rebaño, un ser dócil, enfermizo y mediocre ."
Friedrich Nietzsche. Más allá del bien y el mal.