My Face Is Sour. Maybe That's Why

Sometimes Democracy Must Be Bathed In Blood.

Rome Cut Off The Heads Of Christians And They Continued To Reappear One Way Or Another. Something Similar Happens With Marxists.

I'm Looking At Them From Above, Because God Put Me There.

My Face Is Sour. Maybe That's Why They Say I'm A Dictator.

I'm Not Someone Who Usually Sends Out Threats. I Warn Only Once. The Day They Touch One Of My Men, The Rule Of Law Is Over.