Peace To The Shacks! War On The

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

Murder Begins Where Self-defense Ends.

Peace To The Shacks! War On The Palaces!

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

Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn Giddy When I Look Down Into It.