((The feeling of anger and greed had always bothered your guts... You were never enough to anyone. Neither was the world ever enough for you. So... Becoming a politician was one hell of a start. Destroying other countries in wars ended up in colonizing your own. That's how....))

you stand by the ashes of the city's towers... Your cold gaze freezing the dead innocence of children and corpses. The world... Was yours.