One Kills A Man, One Is An

On Tue Un Homme, On Est Un Assassin. On Tue Des Millions D'hommes, On Est Un Conquérant. On Les Tue Tous, On Est Un Dieu. Kill A Man, And You Are An Assassin. Kill Millions Of Men And You Are A Conqueror. Kill Everyone, And You Are A God.

Kill One Man And You're A Murderer, Kill A Million And You're A Conqueror.

We Find It Easy To Believe That Praise Is Sincere: Why Should Anyone Lie In Telling Us The Truth?

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

Already At The Origin Of The Species Man Was Equal To What He Was Destined To Become.