I entered into their ceremonies. I pretended I was possessed by their gods.... The drums, the chanting, the lights. I heard a voice speaking in the sudden silence. My voice. I was speaking to the houngan. I was possessed.
Every country we conquer feeds us. And these are just a few of the good things we'll have when this war is over.... Slaves working for us everywhere while we sit back with a fork in our hands and a whip on our knees.