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I see them lurking around the streets with vicious eyes that are sinking deep; they are hungry for your flesh, and they are walking with blood pumped up in their chest. They have machete and long rifles strapped to their side and a pistol buried between their thighs.

You have waited for too long to intervene, and they are slowly creeping up on the scene; you have more than a hundred thousand men stacked at the bottom of the well, waiting for the signals to rise up from the dead.

Tension is growing high, and the secrecy is wrapped up in the dirt beneath the blazing earth, you have wasted your time arguing over trivial things and the universe has opened its guts to suck you in. Proceed with cautions and watch the sniper on top of the roof while you lace up your shoes. The mountain is high but eagle will take you above the sky.

Position your men behind the barrier and move in slowly to see what is behind the doors. The town is on high alert and the message is clear that they don’t want you there, you are trespassing in the belly of the beast and danger is marching around the sea, they are spreading out everywhere so get your equipment and move to a safe place until the way is clear.

The morning is resting in the breeze and snails are crawling in the sand and the ocean fleet is looking for somewhere to land. The parachutes are distance away and the pelican are going the other way, proceed with caution or you will slowly drift away.

Sea salt is good for your bones, but paradise will lead you to the throne, you have got to finish what you have started and let nature leads you to capture the sea, you can choose to have it your way or let the mercenaries lead you astray.

 You have sacrificed the blood of innocent young men, and I watched their mothers weep bitterly under the heavens thousands of them have died in vain to fulfill a promise to keep the Kremlin insane.

You have got to remove the people from that troubled spot to an island that they can think on the spot. They will start their lives all over again and build a future for their children.

History is bubbling up in the street and you have no solution for this anarchy, the French has a trouble past, but Napoleon won the victory at last, he was a good fighter, a good organizer and an efficient burden bearer, he fought with a purpose and a mission, and he never stray from his goal and today history is unfolded.

You have got to find a few wholehearted men that will stand with you until the end; history must not be repeated again so you have to shake the olive from the tree and bag them up around the edge of the sea.
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