Fear & Fire
Burned Alive and Erased: A Story of Injustice You Must Remember
Burned Alive and Erased: A Story of Injustice You Must Remember
This is a hammer against historical amnesia.
“¡Os ruego! ¡Misericordia, somos inocentes!”
1. The Cell
It’s been months, years - I don’t know - that I’m rooted in this closed cell.
No light from the sun. No air. The cold has penetrated my bones, but I don’t feel any of that anymore. I can’t smell anything anymore. Maybe not even my own flesh when they burn it.
Iron chains on my arms. Open wounds that keep suppurating. My flesh is rotting.
Crusted bruises, hundreds of lines marked over purulent infection, slushy like pudding, furrow deeply into the skin in the places where I was whipped - whipped with a whip whose metal lashes were soaked in acid and salt, just enough to keep me alive but with my skin devastated, or scratched with the iron brush.
Permanent pain in the joints. My skin is a giant blister with old cicatrices and new cuts.
Filth surrounds me. I cannot even see a rat for human company.
Every day brings humiliation and fear. Actually, I can feel no more.
2. The Gear of Hate
Some people have only one gear: hate.
Everything is reduced to fit the narrative where they may see themselves as the absolute victim, and for this, their hate is absolutely moral. They have the moral high ground because they can hate with certification.
This is the most insidious act of self-aggrandizing: the crocodile tears. They are actually genuine and true tears; just the eyes are fake. And fake eyes have no right to cry true tears.
Hate will never be the closing mark to the circle of violence. But love is the final mark: period.
3. The Mark of the Damned
I know the red flames painted on my conical yellow hat point to the sky. My shirt was marked with the red cross in an X - for the damned to hell.
The hour is not far away when they will leave me alone, abandoned by the world, by my own family even - totally alone and innocent like Jesus but infamous and hated like Judas - tied to the pole, and burned alive.
Burned alive with a heart broken by despair and sighs, in screams and torment, in wailing and pain that few people have ever felt… the sufferings of those burned alive…
You did this to me. You Christians. You so-called good people.
Alone and burned because I am different and refuse to be a “good Christian” and will never repent for being born a Jew. Even if I convert, I will never have a bloodline pure enough to be anything other than at their mercy.
4. The Invention of Blood Purity
They invented “blood purity” to justify our exclusion from society.
The first form of racial supremacy or racism was invented by the most faithful Christians ever - the Catholic Church in its golden age and splendor, trading injustice and inventing racism for golden domes and power.
Cathedrals are witnesses to the greatness of their anti-humanity. Paradoxically, these breathtaking art pieces are the result of the misery and suffering of little, insignificant people. They do not count, and probably the great popes of the time did not even notice them - except to show them as badges of honor to whitewash the horror.
The extreme filth of the times, disorderly barbaric behavior, was compensated by orderly motives in artistic creation - dirt and torture polarized in the gold and marble of the decorations.
5. The Psychology of the Torturer
These people have PTSD from witnessing extreme suffering.
They identify with the torturer because identifying with the sufferings is unbearable. Later, they tend to become sadists themselves - re-enacting control of the environment and feeling existent by instigating fear and thinking they control the situation.
This is a circle of violence that turns round and round every time suffering is tolerated, used, and re-enacted.
These Catholics were not only morally evil but mentally sick. Cathedrals are proof of their need to feel reassured in their power.
Maybe this tendency comes from the absolute conviction that they are frauds - that the so-called miracles and all the holiness business are fake. The lack of authenticity and truth forces them either to disavow or to assert their existence by asserting their ideological domination.
Instigating fear is their way to feel they exist - self-aggrandizing themselves.
6. The Gear of Fear
They needed me to fit in their political mechanism.
People know that I’m innocent, and this makes this injustice even more taboo and instills maximum fear, crushing any spirit of rebellion. A demoralized, fearful subject of the state is the perfect docile human to be used as cannon fodder, free laborer, or a mother reduced to a sow producing little Christians on the assembly line, ready for holy war.
I am the gear named “fear.” I am the living example of what can happen if you do not obey.
They make people obey not only by feeding them ignorance, violently crushing them in a ruthless hierarchical social order, and keeping them almost like domestic animals - but by burning people like me at the stake.
They confiscate almost all our possessions - how convenient - stealing in the name of Christ.
They actually confiscated Christ himself. His humiliation is our humiliation. And the Church is actually the Romans that sacrifice us on the altar of inhuman policies.
They say they have preferred shares in the kingdom of God, but actually they are just owners of their human kingdom. No god can endure this. This is the strongest proof of his inexistence, weakness, or indifference. If he existed, he would never allow us, using Jesus’ name, to be tortured, killed, robbed, and governed by terror and fear.
7. The Life of a Heretic
I am a 25-year-old heretic. Being a heretic in the year 1531 is akin to being falsely accused of antisemitism or racism in your current days; you can choose whichever label serves to discredit, socially banish, and neutralize you.
I am banned from society, with financial and legal consequences. They always use scapegoats for their little disgusting calculations. Now they use us to set an example that any deviation can be fatal. Intellectual impoverishment is their goal.
Later, they will use the same scapegoats again to make the same hateful sauce for manipulating society. They always use scapegoats to put a pinch of spice that puts fire in the hate. They use us too; we both are victims of these evil minds.
It is all a giant game of population obedience and control. They do not think humans are better than domestic animals, so they do not want us free. Freedom is just for those who supposedly know.
They have been the same for hundreds of years. Our torture and pain, by thousands upon thousands, do not deserve even a small plaque on the places they used to burn us. Not even like animals, but for the maximum spectacle of pain that cannot be forgotten.
8. Burning Heretics
Cries of pain come out of our mouths, which themselves fill with thick, smoldering smoke. Each flame is like a nail driven into living flesh. Jesus had three nails. We have hundreds of those that strike us at the same time.
“Agony” is a word too pale for our unimaginably inhuman and savage pain.
Burning heretics.
9. CC is not for Choco Choco brand but for ‘Chier sur les Cadavres’ (French for “Shit on the Corpses”)
Oh… I almost forgot: on this day of grace, September 16th, 2025, in Plaza Mayor in Madrid - the very place where thousands were beheaded, blood spilled everywhere, heads mounted on spears for birds and worms, the place where people were hanged and left there as an example to provoke fear until they fully decomposed, hands and limbs cut off, the place where they condemned me to be burned alive alongside thousands of poor unfortunates for crimes against Their Religion or crimes of Lèse-Majesté - this place was today used for a Parisian fashion show: Maison de Couture, mannequins, Eau de parfum, and glamour replacing the défilé of the dead.
I will never understand how anyone can smother themselves in perfume instead of washing, lick the spot where they spat, or eat caviar over a mass grave; perhaps it is to drown out the cries of the dead, to ignore the agony still searing the bones of those abandoned, still demanding justice.
Before, the devil wore a cassock, a cross, and a crown; today he dresses elegantly and deceives us with appearances - a different spectacle, yet the outcome remains the same: misery.
10. The Hollow Memory
But today… not one place in the whole of Spain… surely not in Madrid… the exact place where they burned thousands of us… does not deserve any remembrance… it’s a hollow intersection used by cars passing by in total indifference… history erased… people must not remember, proof that injustice is still alive and well.
They must just pass, focusing on traffic lights. You don’t know, but they remember… that’s why they fake amnesia… otherwise they would put a bright red pole to show: “Here our terrible ancestors, criminals and unjust murderers, burned alive thousands of innocents to consolidate their political power over the masses” - but they don’t and will not.
Still… if you go to the place named today “Ruiz Giménez,” if you really pay attention… you may still scent the odor of the burned innocents. And passing at night, maybe you will hear their crying and murmurs…
“¡Os ruego! ¡Misericordia, somos inocentes!”