“He sat in a room in a square of the color of blood. He’d rule the whole world if there was a way that he could. He’d sit and he’d stare at the minarets on top of the towers. For he was the beast as he hatched his new plans to gain power.
One day they were looking around and the sun shone on the cold flowers. The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers.
These people now knew that the beast was on it’s way.”
SOURCE: Graphic from an early February self-criticism session, courtesy of clandestine organizational personnel and photographed at an undisclosed location in the United States of America.