I writhe in fear, I am consumed by hatred. I build my own pyre out of the debris of bones which surrounds me and  I seek to drown my dread in the destruction of the hopes of others.  I pile my wagon high with rare earth and good things and I trample on the face of all who dare oppose me.

You are my enemy, you seek to do me down. To thrust a knife in my belly, destroy my house and my trade. Strangle my offspring and violate my spouse.

You are the horde of Mongols from the north,  you are the dark skinned immigrants who dare to cross my borders; you are the yellow skinned, almond eyed monster from the east who  challenges my global hegemony.

You are the Jew who dominates my banking, you are the brown skinned Arab who dares to ask for a land of his own. You are the black who sucks up my aid and folds it deep underneath the pavements of the Bahnhofstrasse.

Everywhere in every corner of the planet I see my enemy.  He worships an idol and I the True God.

I destroy his temple, I trample upon his burnt offerings.

He is Shaitan, the Devil. He is Mara. He is Apophis and Ahriman.

I have the right to live, to thrive. To conquer, to destroy.

Each and every one of you is my enemy.

Image: The Triumph of Death by Pieter Bruegel the Elder