Beat the ploughshares into swords. Initiate a state of perpetual quarrel, this shall never end. Keep the coffers full. Keep their coffins full. Feed them fear to keep them tame, the king proclaimed. You don’t want what I want, I see it in your eyes. You don’t burn like I burn and even if you tried, you can’t see what I see knowing what’s inside. You can’t see what I see. I know what you hide.
