The Power Of The People And The

Revolution Calls My Name. I Will Soon Dwell In Nothingness, And My Name Will Be In The Pantheon Of History.

The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror, And Virtue Is Its Strength.

Revolution Is Like Saturn, It Devours Its Own Children.

Revolution Is Like The Daughters Of Pelias: It Cuts Humanity To Pieces In Order To Rejuvenate It.

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