You Can Kill Ten Of

When The Prison Doors Are Opened, The Real Dragon Will Fly Out.

The Rice Grain Suffers Under The Blow Of The Pestle. But Admire Its Whiteness Once The Order Is Over. So It Is With Men And The World We Live In. To Be A Man One Must Suffer The Blows Of Misfortune.

Today We Should Make Poems Including Iron And Steel And The Poet Should Know How To Lead An Attack.

You Will Kill Ten Of Us, We Will Kill One Of You, But In The End, You Will Tire Of It First.

We Have A Secret Weapon...it Is Called Nationalism