You, oh Pacifist, you are a minus and not a plus. You are an abomination and before you know it, you will be eradicated together with all your self-righteous abomination chatter. Look, the sins of the fathers are dished to you, their children.

Therefore you yourself, oh Child-pacifist, will hang on your own, self-created suicide-gallows-noose. Oh Pacifist, completely too late, you have missed your purpose. Look, beyond no return, there is nobody that can extinguish the fire. Therefore you will have to lay down your children in the arms of the Realm of Death, not even in your own country but in the country that was once yours but is now the property and land of Cush.

Oh Pacifist, you yourself, you are also a consumer-abomination. Look, there on your once so clean beaches, yes, there on your coast there are just plastic, garbage and dead fish everywhere. You talk and talk, but you do absolutely nothing about it.

Oh Pacifist, can you perhaps, with your whining and strife, extinguish the grueling nuclear sunbeams? Therefore you will just have to accept the sins of your fathers that are fizzing and fermenting now. Look, your entire past and future are now erased in your present.

Oh Pacifist, your abomination Nobel-prize of peace is only bringing even bigger world unrest. So let the children rather strife with their own fathers now. Before you know it, oh Child-pacifist, your executioner is already standing ready in the shape of a gigantic Russian. Look, you, oh big mouth Pacifist, is nothing but just a minus, and not a plus.