Established in 1917The Supranational Union of Socialist Republics was originally founded on 21 August 1917 as the Socialist Democratic Union of Asia under the leadership of Roaldin Amundsven.
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Our GoalOur goal is to spread the revolutionary thought of Engels, Amundsven, and Laxim in order to create a new, better, world based off of communist ideology and natural human progression.
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Leadership
Song Liyuan
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Lev Bronshtein
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Bela Mehic
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Supranational Union of Socialist RepublicsThe government system of the SUSR is classified as a "Federal Engelist-Laximist One-Party Socialist Republic". It is led primarily by the Council of Democrats, a bureaucratic institution responsible for the day to day functionings of the state in the benefit of the working class. It is led by the Chairperson and General-Secretary, in which they hold their meetings in the SUSR capital of Dunidbelopidos in the Socialist Republic of Wawakanatote.
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National Anthem: "Loyalty to the Country"
When the fiery smoke rises I look at the vast land towards the north,
the roaring of the dragons and neighing of the horses are echoed by the chilling sword,
my heart is as boundless as the water of the yellow river,
who could challenge the power in the past twenty years
hatred is driving me towards madness,
where my wide sword points,
countless brothers with loyal souls buried their bones in unfamiliar lands,
all would die a hundred times to protect the country and the land,
I sigh with the deepest regret, yet I could not find a word to say, only blood and tear fill my eyes
the horses runs towards the south, but the people look towards the north,
towards the north, the grass are just dry and yellow, with dusts flying high
I am willing to station here and re-claim my land
the mighty Union should be paid tributes and respect
the roaring of the dragons and neighing of the horses are echoed by the chilling sword,
my heart is as boundless as the water of the yellow river,
who could challenge the power in the past twenty years
hatred is driving me towards madness,
where my wide sword points,
countless brothers with loyal souls buried their bones in unfamiliar lands,
all would die a hundred times to protect the country and the land,
I sigh with the deepest regret, yet I could not find a word to say, only blood and tear fill my eyes
the horses runs towards the south, but the people look towards the north,
towards the north, the grass are just dry and yellow, with dusts flying high
I am willing to station here and re-claim my land
the mighty Union should be paid tributes and respect