We were meant for riding horses on steppes, scaling mountains, wandering through forests; having kids and worshipping God, living in peace and just enjoying life. Singing, dance. But today, what have we got? Stuck in an office for half the day, eating food that's loaded with chemicals, breathing polluted air. Our lands are being taken over by jackals and people obsessed with money. Those who conform to all this, who do not feel the stench of the modern world are not worthy of living, and only pollute the Earth.

[...] At some point slavery became modern conformity. Despite everything, it will always be more worthwhile to keep fighting and dying than to give up and stand still.

Now America can finally have its patriotism based on cigarette commercials again

War and adrenaline run through my veins like the fury that runs through the fury of the seas. Peace and love run down my skin like drops of dew and my soul overflows with sensations that cannot be put into words. A poetic wizard delighting in youth and its many contradictions. I could tell you how much the ambition for peace is a virtue of the weak or how war is the desire of the nonconformist, but there are already many who say these things. We are all floating on a sea of ​​things we cannot describe, and our lungs can only breathe what our eyes see and our ears hear, but the life of a warrior is much more than a duality, every contradiction has its beauty, just as it is with the battlefield, where there is poetry and ugliness, pain and beauty.

Money, like caffeine, is a false god

You aren't a mercenary fighting in Africa... How do you think you'll make your parents proud?