I am always hated, cursed, and never understood;
I am the terrifying nightmare of our time.
The crowds shout, "You are the wreckage of all order,
the source of endless war and murder."
Well, let them shout. To those who have never tried
to find the truth hidden behind a word,
its real meaning was never revealed.
They will stay blind, lost among the blind.
But you, my cause, so clear, so strong, so pure,
you express everything I am fighting for.
I hand you down to the future! You will be safe
when everyone finally wakes up to their own conscience.
Will this happen in peaceful sunshine? Or in the thrill of a storm?
I can't say — but the world will see it happen!
I am an Anarchist! And for that reason,
I will not rule, nor will I be ruled!
— Julia, 2025