My Lungs Taste The Air Of Time,blown

A Leader, You See, Is One Of The Things That Distinguishes A Mob From A People.

Justice? Who Asks For Justice? We Make Our Own Justice ... Let Us Not Rail About Justice As Long As We Have Arms And The Freedom To Use Them.

For Now Is My Grief Heavier Than The Sands Of The Seas, She Thought. This World Has Emptied Me Of All But The Oldest Purpose: Tomorrow's Life.

Survival Is The Ability To Swim In Strange Water.

The Sleeper Must Awaken.