For the world is doomed, so the intelligent few will take and store whatever they can to ride out the storm that is harming man. With each stranglehold man goes through, there will be another crisis to ride. With each triumph, there shall be a wave of misfortune, and each mountain top climbed will be embarrassingly forgotten. For a leader has to deal with the burden of every citizen, and they cannot so they choose not to listen. A job in the reigns is a job well paid, but it sucks the life and very soul out of a man and leaves him to rot in public, a mule to the slaughter after a race, for every waking hour of crisis there shall be another one around the corner.
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