No good word was ever spoken, nor prayer answered, that resulted in the death of a child, for the sake of oil let me walk, if you twist my words or my vote to this end, then I shall speak with you no more. Let the thunder of my actions be my voice, let my sword cast my vote, let the flash of steel from my brothers and sisters who stand beside me now be the lightning of the coming storm............. The Archurians are coming.