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<p>You are like a hunter looking for an easy victim and when you find one you are hunting him till he is tired and exhausted, or when you're lucky, he doesn't run away, he waits for you, to face up with you, ready for the fight, but he's alone and you are more, only a handful, but always he same. you don't need a reason, you don't care what he has done, you don't ask for it, you don't need to know about his motives. you pull him to the ground, you beat him, kick him, punch him, you treat him like dirt. the crowd is standing around, the most don't know what's going on, some turn around, but the rest is watching apathetically. it makes you horny, you have the power, he can't even fight back and you take your sword and stick it in his heart, laughing develish. he is close to death, but you don't stop, you enjoy it, you turn the sword in his heart around and to make an end he apologize for everything, he begs for pardon, but it turns you on and part of the crowd is yelling. he is suffering and you talk to the crowd - look at him, he is responsible for everything for pain, hunger, rain, poverty, war ... the crowd shouts for more, they believe you, they trust you, you are popular, you are always kind, they love you. you leave him to the lynch mob, your job is done and you climb on your throne. sitting on the throne you shout again to the crowd and you tell them it's time for new rules, for more safety, for more control. looking at their needs and to the one you chose as scapegoat they believe you and shout for more. and you promise them more, but now you take of your mask and you tell them that everything has its price. the price is their freedom, their individuality, their human rights. you shout for censorship, total control, you shout for total monitoring, everbody has to put himself behind the rules, there is no space anymore for free speech, independence, personality, free minds ... STOP! ... didn't we had it all before? sometimes history repeats itself. behind the mask there hides the second face, pretending to be one of us, but only looking for his own satisfaction ... STOP! ... force is killing hearts ... bullying always hurts ...</p>