We’ll tear your windows like paper, we’ll shatter your walls. Every roof above your head will go up in smoke as fast as a wisp of the straw. Your strongholds, your castles, all the glorious buildings raised in the name of your own wealth, will melt just like snow under the sun. And we’ll watch the scene, first in line. But we should want it first and not just say it. But we should believe in it first and not just write it.