-But fear not, child-
-For the statue does not judge you, no, no! His strength, his passion, his power are sent elsewhere, forward, child, forward to the future! The future, my child, is Fascism, you see?-
-His features, under the sun, take on an almost godly character. He towers so high, you could swear that nothing ought to be taller. You trust this man, you would take up arms for this man, you would die for this man-
-He shall make you feel great once more, he shall return to you what you have lost, and together, forward you shall march into glory, for it is better to live one day as a lion as one hundred as a sheep! Viva l'Italia! Viva Mussolini! Viva Fascismo!-
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-The statue turns its powerful gaze to her-
Soldiers, sailors, and aviators! Black shirts of the revolution and of the Fascist legions! Men and women of Italy, of the Empire, and of the kingdom of Albania! Pay heed! An hour appointed by destiny has struck in the heavens of our fatherland.
The declaration of war has already been delivered to the ambassadors of Great Britain and France. We go to battle against the plutocratic and reactionary democracies of the west who, at every moment have hindered the advance and have often endangered the very existence of the Italian people.
Recent historical events can be summarized in the following phrases: promises, threats, blackmail, and finally to crown the edifice, the ignoble seige by the fifty-two states of the League of Nations. Our consience is absolutely tranquil. (Applause). With you the entire world is witness that Fascist Italy has done all that is humanly possible to avoit the torment which is throwing Europe into turmoil; but all was in vain. It would have suffieced to revise the treaties to bring them up to date with the changing needs of the life of nations and not consider them untouchable for eternity; it would have sufficed not to have begun the stupid policy of guarantees, which has shown itself particularly lethal for those who accepted them!
-She now holds a gun in her hands, and is clad in the uniform of the Blackshirts-
Our time, long has it been coming, is now at hand!
To Arms! All the citizens of Italy, all the Fascists of the world! Fight for you faith, creed, and the Nation! The State fights with you, and the State fights for you!
-Mussolini looks down at her-
... You dare disobey myself, Benito Mussolini? Fool, you may think you look upon God, your weak God, who is merciful, but I am twice as great as he, and thrice as vengeful. You would do well, inferior one, to not provoke me, lest you wish to be witness to the TRUE POWER of the Italian Empire!

-it's a statue-