posted on Jan, 29 2017 @ 05:11 PM
I once looked at a man whose name was Emperor Commodus, he lived in ancient Rome. He was a man who opposed the custom of the old and proclaimed to
his fellow citizens;" I am a man of the people! "
Somehow in his own mind he believed that he was the one and he killed the Champions under fourteen days, one by one. Offering them dull blades and
while himself entered the "Arena of Heroes" with a sharp edge.
It might sound like a fairy tale, a man whose ambition killed the heroes of tomorrow, just cause he wanted to stand among the greatest men ever lived.
The champion of the people is not the same as being the servant of the Almighty Gods and we all know the story of Icarus.
Standing on a mountain top looking down on mother earth, i will always state;" We need heroes, despite the cost "
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