His Unification Brings Death

The country is burning. Scattered and wounded. It is bleeding in a way that is both subtle and blatant, slow and dizzyingly fast. A crowd of people in feverous anger conjoin together and debate what is to be done for the fate of the country. Yet at the head of it all is a man who you know never speaks wisdom. His tongue a smooth silver yet everything that spews off of it is pure excrement. He is not a man to follow yet wants you to follow him nonetheless. He asks that you blind your eyes and sever your ears in a show of loyalty and open your mouth when he is ready to hear what you have to say. He stands in front of everyone and holds his arms up in a hushing motion, the hollers of the room dimming to a dull whisper.

"Strength is not shown in words but rather in actions. Our home shatters every waking second and rather than battle amongst ourselves, we must battle against the termites that gnaw at our home. We must unite! And I believe that I can guide this country through this blight and into the light once more. Unite under my rule and we will succeed!"

The audience commerces amongst themselves for an answer. A man whose sins are abundantly clear yet he offers the solution to something they know not how to handle alone. Not everyone can agree. From the back of the crowds of debaters shouts someone who's voice holds nothing but pride.

"A country united under your rule is a rule that will be broken many times!" He shouts. And he leaves without speaking another word. What he means is unsure at first. Like a fog, his words seem to cloud the minds of those present but the man who proclaimed himself leader knows what the words mean. He understands well. And that is all that matters.