Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

We Have Not Made The Revolution, The Revolution Has Made Us.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.

Germany Is Now A Field Of Cadavers, Soon She Will Be A Paradise.

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.

The Sin Is In Our Thoughts.