I am a socialist who is literally willing to die to implement socialism. I literally dream of the day that I will die of a bullet to the chest fighting fascism in the streets.


I have no other desire in the world other than to see the end of capitalism. I don’t desire love, I don’t care for material objects, I don’t care for social status. My only desire is to fight and die for the cause.
At this point, I consider myself to be nothing more than an instrument of the socialist revolution. Nothing else matters to me. Death doesn’t scare me. Prison doesn’t scare me. Nothing scares me.


My life for socialism. My life for the revolution.


(Yeah, that was kind of dramatic, but I meant every word of it.)