America
Oh, America, the land of outcasts.
Oh, America, the land of the free, the land of opportunities and promises.
Faces from billboards. Commercials, TV show. Asthmatic buffalo chests. Indian shadows, cemeteries, military cemeteries with thousands and thousands of identical, white crosses. The two towers, going down in flames. Warriors cyborgs equipped with unimaginable weapons, aircraft carriers, stranded in warm seas, somewhere near the Persian coasts… Explosions, ominous mushrooms which rise over the Pacific Ocean.
Good and Evil. The Devil and God, in whom you believe.
Amazing country, isolated island on the west of the world. Thousands of miles of empty roads, red mountains of Nevada and Arizona. Warm, bloody sky of the South. The poison from the desert. Drums and fires at night. Wet dusk. Whiskey Bar. Oh, America, obsessed with morality, faith in God, Good and Evil, you’re just a misunderstanding. You are misunderstanding of history and faith, faith in God, faith in history and its meaning, point of curved conglutination. Your face is both the innocent mask of Good and the mask of pure Evil. You have no soul, nor would you ever could have. You are cruel in your striving towards the Good and infinitely sensitive in accepting the Evil. Good and Evil, in your case, mean nothing.
Oh, America, alone against all. You’re not an empire; you’re not part of history. You’re an anomaly, an anomaly in the eternal cruelty of history. Therefore you’re not a winner and you cannot be defeated. The so-called moral values are your weakness. As long as you gravitate towards the good and moral, you shall be breeding evil, and while you’re gravitating towards unity you shall be breeding division, you shall be breeding death. Your ideals are your evil. Your moral values are your curse, your doom; your decomposition is your life and the last chance for humanity.
Oh, America, flag of freedom! Try to understand. Your freedom is not for you, but freedom for others. For those who shall rise upon your corpse, for those who shall feasts with your meat, for those who shall quench their thirst with your blood. That’s why you have to fall. Your death is your freedom – freedom for you and freedom for others. In fact, you are already dead, and therefore perfectly free. You once believed that you live beyond time and history, and that is why the awakening from your dream, a dream that is not life and that is not a way of life, but only a way to die, will be bloodier, more painful and more difficult.
You are dying; actually, you are already dead, not even knowing it.
There is no awakening from your dream about freedom, as there is no awakening from death or deep coma.
Boris Nad
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