I Dream Of A Language

As The Years Pass, The Number Of Those We Can Communicate With Diminishes. When There Is No Longer Anyone To Talk To, At Last We Will Be As We Were Before Stooping To A Name.

It Is An Understatement To Say That In This Society Injustices Abound: In Truth, It Is Itself The Quintessence Of Injustice.

What Do You Do From Morning To Night?" "i Endure Myself.

Crime In Full Glory Consolidates Authority By The Sacred Fear It Inspires.

Far From Diminishing The Appetite For Power, Suffering Exasperates It.