For Once You Must Try

To Those Who Does Not Know The World Is On Fire, I Have Nothing To Say.

You Have To Attack Once The Truth Is Too Weak To Defend Itself.

The Storm That Bends The Birch Trees Is Held To Be Violent But How About The Storm That Bends The Backs Of The Roadworkers?

In The Dark Times Will There Also Be Singing? Yes, There Will Also Be Singing. About The Dark Times.

The Shrill Voices Of Those Who Give Orders Are Full Of Fear Like The Squeakings Of Piglets Awaiting The Butcher's Knife, As Their Fat Arses Sweat With Anxiety In Their Office Chairs.... Fear Rules Not Only Those Who Are Ruled, But The Rulers Too.