I Have Been Empire Building Almost Nonstop.
A Broke General, A Rich Scoundrel, Wanted.
Who Knows Of The Toil, The Struggle, The Poverty
Just Before Greatness?
I Know The Riddle Of Steel.
If You Are Rooted In The Tao,
The Weight Of The Earth Will Support You.
The Way Ahead Is Treacherous. Bitter Cold.
The Chance To Be Taken Ever Present Palpable.
This Way This Path May Destroy The Person I Was,
What Is Left Will Be Me Also. The End Will Not Find Me In Regret And Poor, One Or The Other.
Dirt, Kings, Generals, All The While Ensuring Peace To Someone. Anarchy Reins Where There Are No Rules, Yet Too Many Rules Cause Most To Rebel.
We Do Not Want To Rule Or Be Ruled, Only To Exist.
The Title Of This Post Is Actually A Song. It Is A Deep Reminder Of The Very Very Poor And We Wont Make It Unless We Really Grind.
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