I've run with the dead and seen their blank eyes. I've dined in their graves. By arrows and knives we've reddened the world. Sharpen your spears. Fall on their points. We will hunt the hunters. We will torch their homes. Turn the gun on yourself. The leaves have wept before us. The sky has greyed at our feet. Hunger befalls our children. Death befalls our youth. We will hunt the hunters.