I slaughter today, that one day there may be peace,
I steal today, so that someday all may share.
I make the greatest sacrifice, I send you to your death,
I free you from oppression, put a yoke upon your neck.
You must go without today, that tomorrow there may be food,
Trust in me, I must be right, for what I want is good.
My bloody hands cannot disturb my conscience from its rest,
I must rule absolute for I know better what is best.
Today you live the nightmare, that someday may come the dream,
My promise is Utopia—my gift, the guillotine.
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