Dying People Often Become Childish.

That Is A Long Word: Forever!

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

The Power Of The People And The Power Of Reason Are One.

Peace To The Shacks! War On The Palaces!

Revolution Calls My Name. I Will Soon Dwell In Nothingness, And My Name Will Be In The Pantheon Of History.