Nobody knew that there were religions that had neither orders nor advice, but only curses. Only when they saw that the city was cursed, some people understood what it means, the others didn’t want to understand. This religion would torture even the angels and would destroy their gender whichever it was. This was understood by the population only when they saw the beheaded crosses. Punishment was not sufficient to barbarity. The beheading of the people wasn’t enough. For the beasts even death was a tool. So they crucified the beheaded body to convert it to a body without a trace of humanity. The black flags of the corpses were waving without any obstacle and now the smell of the corpses was following them while the head of the victims was only a weight on the land soaked with their blood. There was no mercy in the city, everything was normal. The terror had pierced their ears, the fear had become a tattoo and barbarity hung from the nails of the tongue. The stigmata of genocide were everywhere. And yet there were states that didn’t discuss it even as an issue. It wasn’t on any of their agenda. People were dying in general indifference and it consisted the substrate of barbarity. Indifference was wealth for it and it took advantage of it. Then it used fear to establish terror in an institutional manner. The black flags were like cut off heads of innocents, they had the color of the souls. Even them, they were leaving the city.