Læs dagbog

There was a time.. a long time.. Ancient, as the first humans. They WERE the first HUMANS, pure, is the best word to describe them, true, could be another.. - They knew nothing, we know today, and, yet, all we have today, is rot, and all they knew, was truth.- They were one; true to and with the world; they were; the pure. - White men, born on the other side of the ocean, became the cancer of the world, and the end of The Pure. - I was one of them. One of them both. - Today, a white man, relishing in the abuse of Mother Nature, then, a Pure, relishing in the gifts of her bussom. - Today, we know nothing, back then, we knew it all, justified. - We Became the world, and the world embraced us. - I remember, 500 years ago, crying, weeping, roaring, at the loss of all, that I loved; White men relished in the death om my family, my kin, my loved ones and my beloved.

I swore an oath. A die-hard oath. Cut the fingers from my hands, took the lives of my enemies, and, with the strengths of my soul, I became death.

Here, in life, 500 years later, I am one of my enemies; a dead man, reborn, to avenge. - I'e killed, slaughtered and mortified the living; I've ended life, for so many, in the name of revenge.

30 have died.. 36..? Who knows, but I pray.. I PRAY, that thier lives, karmically, was my perpetrators; the robers, of all I loved.

4 years ago, I saw him, one of them, the Pure - Copenhagen Central Station, and I wept; The Pure was carved from his face, his strength, the depths of it, the knowledge, robbed from his mind, but present, in every cell of his body, and I wept. - I felt like approaching him, hugging him, looking into his eyes, and saying; "we are, yet again, avenged, my brother. Not free, not now, not ever again, but avenged."

I did not, for the norms and his mind, my story and his incarnation.. nothing of it would make him understand, nor remember; I am alone, but.. I have my vengeance.