And from his eyrie in the Austrian Alps he did. A slim, handsome, man. Strong and decisive. From his balcony he gazed over the world and plotted it’s course.
A steady hand on the till.
While the rest of us sit shivering, nestled behind our screens, stooped with our inactivity and fundamental weakness. With our cold, cold, cold hearts.
He did not shirk from what had to be done.
From us flows the blood purity, we the wakeful few…
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