A new idol, the country.
A new idol, the country.
Even to those with great souls, the state whispers grim lies.
The state sees through the affluent-minded people who are willing to give themselves.
The state even sees through the hearts of those who have overcome the old gods.
You are wary of battle, and you are weary and now serve a new idol.
The nation, this new idol, wants to put the heroes and the honourable ones before them. The state is willing to bask in the sun of this relentless monster of conscience. If you honour the state, this new idol, the state will give you anything. In this way, the State will bribe your shining virtues and your proud glances.
The state uses you as bait to lure too many crowds.
A work of art called Hell, a dead horse that sounds in the glory of God was devised.
Such a death that exalts itself as life is designed for many. Isn't this a heartfelt service to those who preach death!
A place where both good and evil drink poison, that place I call a country.
A place where both good and evil lose themselves, that place I call a nation.
Where everyone slowly commits suicide, and that's what I call life, that place I call a country.
They steal the works of creators and the treasures of the wise. And their theft is called education. Thus, to them, everything becomes a disease and a disaster.
They are always sick, excreted through the bile and call it a newspaper. They swallow each other but never digest it.
They covet power and, above all, a lot of money, the lever of power. They trample on each other, clamber up, entangle themselves and fall into mud and abyss.
They all want to ascend the throne. Thinking that happiness rests on the throne. That is their delusion. Sometimes the mud sits on the throne, and sometimes the throne sits on the mud. They are all delusional, climbing monkeys, and zealots. Their idols and their worshipers, who are cold and monstrous, stink.
Will you succumb to their snouts and the stench of desire?
I'd rather break the window and run outside in the cool air. get rid of the stench Free yourself from the idolatry of these human scum. Free yourself from the thick steam of these human sacrifices.
The earth is still wide open to great souls. There are still many such places, with the scent of the calm sea, for those who are reclusive alone or in pairs.
The free life is still wide open to great souls.
Indeed, those who have little are governed by less. let it grow humble poverty.
Where the state ceases to exist, human life begins only there. There, the song of those who must be there, a song that can only be used once and cannot be replaced, begins.
Zarathustra said:
Where the state disappears. look there
Can't you see the rainbow, the other way to the superman?
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