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We will march on the roses laid bare by our forefathers and soil the gardens with blood and crude oil. These will be the demands by which our revolt is fought, and for these mercies might we take no quarter against those who have been disinherited by their own immense power.
The names of our martyrs will replace those of the ancient order and the ashes of the once bright fire will fall over the mass graves of our foes. And make no mistake: these are our foes! These are the tormentors made clear through the smoke by the torrent of this great revolution. The winds of violence are at our backs, boys! They have killed your wives and besmirched your daughters! They have burnt your crops and sullied your wellspring! How in the name of all that is fair can we allow these tyrants to condemn our descendants? How can we continue to abide this cycle of pain and fear? Wherefore has our mettle been laid to rest undisturbed by the ire of these, our most mortal enemies? From whose hands have our standards been cast to the regions of history yet unkempt by this disgusting treachery? Damn the foul rats that have occupied the palace! Curse the indignations of their hollow self-sacrifice, their lowly anthem the words to which have long been lost. Let no more brothers be buried before they were wed! Let no more lives be taken by men who said they were only here by virtue of their father’s fathers! Bring us their heads! Marry us their crimes to a good and just comeuppance against which we will claim no assertion of voluntarily sloth. Cut us down one by one by one until we are that but for which no more roses grow, the bonemeal of our efforts. What is the meaning of this deconsecration? I will tell you what it means! This means war!