ANIMALS TALKING IN ALL CAPS

THEY THINK THEY WILL TAKE THESE LANDS WITH BRUTE FORCE AND AN ARROGANCE BORNE OF FLEETING POWER, BUT THIS SOIL IS THE SOIL OF OUR FATHERS, AND OF OUR FATHERS’ FATHERS.

IT HAS BEEN WATERED WITH TEARS, BOTH FROM SMALL JOYS AND GRIEVOUS LOSSES, BY OUR MOTHERS AND THE MOTHERS THAT BORE THEM.

IN ITS DEEP PLACES LIE HIDDEN OUR SONGS. ITS HILLS AND VALLEYS TRACE THE OUTLINE OF OUR PAST, AND THE SUN THAT SHINES UPON THEM IS THE LIGHT OF OUR BRIGHT FUTURE, FREE FROM THE YOKE OF OPPRESSION AND THE GRASPING HANDS OF SMALL-MINDED TYRANTS.

IF WE DIE HERE TODAY, WE DO SO NOT IN VAIN. WE DO IT FOR OUR HOME, WHICH CAN NEVER BE TAKEN, WHICH WILL NEVER BE SURRENDERED.

SO FUCK THOSE GUYS. GRAB SOMETHING POINTY. I WANT TO BE HOME BY LUNCHTIME.