I am a mournful Angel of Vengeance!
As if into black wounds I throw seeds into the tilled virgin soil. The centuries of patience have passed.
My voice sounds like the alarm. The colour of my banner is scarlet like blood. At the turbulent centers of the folk’s eloquence I shall plant the crimson flowers like some phantoms.
I shall put the delight of murder in the girl’s heart and the bloody dream in the soul of child. And then the spirit will love the death and the scarletness of blood. I shall flood with tears the happiness’ fancy.
I shall take the holy pity out of the woman’s heart and I shall blind her eyes with the dull fury. Oh, the cobble-stones of pavement, which even if once were touched with blood! I know your reckoning.
I shall cast a spell of the eternal thirst on the stones, so without a measure blood for blood will begin to flow. I shall say to the insurgent: “I shall give the angry hardness of steel to a cardboard sword in your hand!”
In the city squares where were tortured women I shall draw the graffiti in the shape of fish. I shall take a stroll as the blue fire in the people’s souls. I shall go for a walk as the red flame in the streets of cities.
With everyone’s lips I shall exclaim, “Liberty!” However I shall give the different sense for all. I shall write: “My precept is Justice!”, still the enemy will read: “You dare cry quarters!”
I shall give some attracting prettiness to any murder and the ardent raving will be poured into the avenger’s soul. I shall give away the punishing and revenging sword of justice to the power of crowd… And so in the hands of some blind man it will flash as a striking lightning, — with it by the son his mother will be killed and by the daughter will be stabbed her father.
I shall say to everyone: “Here you are the keys of hope. Only you who sees the true light, but for the others it has gone out”. And so they will sob and tear their clothing in sorrow and call out others… Yet everybody will be deaf.
It is not the sower who has saved up a prickly ear of sowing. Who has taken a sword, that by the sword shall be perished. Who once has drunk the intoxicating poison of anger, that will be either an executioner or a victim.