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The delusions of, grandeur, that eventually, burst, like those, bubbles, and, where’s that high-up guy, who’d, preached to the masses? Oh yeah, he’d, become, ONE of the masses in the world, no longer, making ANY difference in the world, translated…

You’d told me, that you refuse to be just an onlooker, in an important moment in history. Ahh! Such, moving words. Those in the audience, may awaken from their confusions, and would, work hard, to find out, exactly, what you’d, meant by it. Especially, as you’d looked, so sure of yourself, it’d, made your followers feel, that they would, surely, regret it, if they don’t, follow you.

preaching to the masses here…from this, not my illustration…

And so, a lot became like you, strutted out, sang those, majestic tunes, and, use all their might, to, tip over the mountains that’s, blocked them from their, paths, to fill up that sea, to build, a fair world that they believed to be, fair enough, erecting a place, that’s described, in the ancient volumes on Utopia.

And yet, as the world fall into a frenzy, believing in just one man’s beliefs, everybody rushed toward just that one huge party, the new powers, impacted the old, and, came, the world’s greatest of all wars, and what you and I witnessed, wasn’t some beautiful world, instead, a ruin, a broken, ruin.

On another ruin, your speeches came again, and, it’d, brought the slightest hope to those in pain. People believed, that without the major scale destructions, how can the world be rebuilt up correct? Without the sacrifices of this generation, how will there be better days, for the next generations? Your words, with the sugar, and the honey, temporarily, alleviated the pains of the next generations.

Your words had become, very impacting, and loud, and so, someone, used you, to call out to the masses, and, naturally, the world you’d hoped to build, was, built up, deep, in the nights, you’d, stood atop that gigantic building, somewhere, in a major city, called out: We who were, once weak had, become strong. Truly, you’re, so happy, so, relieved, and, started crying away those, manly tears you’d not cried a long time. And yet, as the new powers took over, it wasn’t like the world in “Utopia” at all, your dreams, they cracked and shattered. You’d, climbed, back down from the tall, tall buildings, vanished, into the crowd. And for over decades, I’d not, found you yet, only those who were, like you, ordinary people, lost, trekking these streets we’d, walked on.

to this…not my photo…

And this, would be exactly, just how easily those dreams all P-O-P, and this dude that’s placed on that high pedestal was, ALL talk and no action, and perhaps, that was, what gets to the people, because, we all need someone, who spoke those, motivating words to us, to tell us, that the world will be better tomorrow, when the truth of it all is, if we don’t get UP off our sorry asses and DO something about this bad world with more than its share of problems, nothing changes, hello, hello, hello??? Does anybody NOT get that???