We have no names, no family. Every one of us is poor and powerless. And yet together, we can overthrow an empire
The notion that we're all equal in the eyes of the Seven doesn't sit well with some, so they belittle me
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume
Hypocrisy is a boil. Lancing a boil is never pleasant
sin leads us away from the sacred. And only confession can purge sin
You are the few, we are the many. And when the many stop fearing the few...
His sins do not pardon your own