from culmine, translated by war on society with thanks to vivalaanarquia for help with idioms:
I begin by spitting words at the fucking “social fighters” who believe yourselves to be so socially beloved and so accepted that in your Robin Hood complex you don’t have any idea of how gigantic this monster that imprisons us every day is, fucking imbeciles! Don’t you understand that not only the “prisoners” in the prisons are “prisoners”? You think idiots living a life of work, boredom, surrender and submission are not “prisoners”? I shit on all of your discourse of the superheroes of the people and in passing I shit on the people and the workers, it is the fault of the citizens that we are up to our necks in cement, authorities and chains. Since you are not disposed to attack and confront the palpable and obviously objective enemy and since your only idea of the attack is to throw stones at the cops, I declare you my eternal enemy to the death… we are about to confront each other, the hour already arrives, cowards of shit…
At approximately 1:58 am on February 6th, we went in a specific direction… the BBVA bank branch at Irarrazabal and Tres Antonios with a single and clear intention, to burn it, to destroy it, to devastate it… there we broke the lock on the door with a blow and proceeded to douse its ATMs and the interior area in general with approximately 7 liters of combustible, then with a homemade igniter that was hurled inside, the night of that pre-dawn was illuminated, we broke out all the windows at the first signs of fire to then unleash the beautiful fire that left the aforementioned bank useless, absolutely consumed and destroyed, and a neighboring Santander bank was also damaged, less so than the BBVA which had been transformed into nothing, but damaged nonetheless…
This action gestated in the eternal hatred of a life rotted by a world of adults, a boring life of cement and rules… in every time they categorize us in men and in women, in every day of school, in every punishment, in every childhood dream transformed into adult realism… in every one fallen, every one murdered, in every particle of bastard asphalt…
LONG LIVE CHAOS, MAY CHAOS BURN, MAY CHAOS SMILE ON OUR LIPS, AND MAY ALL OF US WHO ARE AGAINST EVERY FORM OF OPPRESSION, MAY WE EVERY SECOND OF OUR DAILY LIVES LAUGH AND DANCE IN THE RUINS OF THE CITIES OF THE WORLD AND OF THE BURNING UNIVERSE AND THEIR BLAZING CARETAKERS… FIRE TO ALL THE PRISONS! TO ALL THE FAMILIES! TO ALL THE SEXUAL GENDERS! TO ALL AUTHORITY AND ALL THE CITIES…
WE ARE CHILDREN AND WE WILL NOT PLAY WITH MUD WE WILL PLAY WITH FIRE, DEATH TO ANARCHISM AND LONG LIVE ANARCHY.
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