I am the leader of this masquerade. I am the leader of this opposition. I am the leader of this rebellion–a rebellion of hearts. Attention, solute, march. Heads up, noses to the ground, hopes high. Morality is our code-name, and there’s no killing this revolution of ours. There’s no mass genocide of gas nor brainwashing in these quarters of our hearts; we are unbreakable. I am the leader of this masquerade, so go ahead, comrades; off with your masks, rattle your smashed mirrors, and on with your indiscreet parade. Go ahead, my brothers, my sisters, my fellow warlords; bring on this war of peace upon those blasted cheats, and speak none other than truth. Bring on our revolution of hears, your revolution of hearts, and damn their applauded blasphemy. This war will have a casualty number of (nil) in the enemy’s favor, but change is acoming. Join me, brothers, sisters, family, friends, strangers, all alike, and bring on the merry and jovial festivities with the pureness of once doomed hearts. This revolution of hearts will know not defeat, and only praise and prosperity. Bring on the merry and jazz as we spring to the fruitful fortune. Bring on our revolution of hearts with our properly conducted code of conduct. Bring on the honor, the freedom, the comfort. Bring on the beauty of this banquet, I preach, for this revolution of hearts will last on beneath our eyes only. Bring on the lemonade and summer heat with the revolution of silenced hope and pretense. Bring on the confetti bombs with grins wide and teeth white. Bring on the revolution and the charade of fresh gunpowder. I am the leader of this adequate masquerade, and so are you, comrades. We are all the generals and comrades of our revolution to justice: The Revolution of Triumphant Hearts. 

12/05/2015