Before the evening ended a man walked away from the money. The man without conscience built a wall around his heart and stayed with the madness.
A man blinded by greed can mislead an entire business. A man driven by compassion can inspire a whole nation. The one who has no purpose in life is not worthy of consideration.
Still, who has compassion for those who wait to see where destruction will fall before they’re spurred into action.
Still, who cares for those who count money in a den of thieves, and pretend they are innocent.
A man must know where he stands. He must safeguard his identity before calamity strikes him.
I hear when calamity comes knocking on a door it comes without kindness. And when the door slams shut on one’s freedom, no one cares about past successes. So when there is no where else to turn, perhaps, a dog, too, retches.
Greed cannibalizes greed! Greed takes you higher. Overstep its quarter and soon it burns like hell’s fire, until it burns itself up!
So let us speak like men. Let us speak like real men. You know what happened, don’t you?
Someone paved your destruction. Someone squashed your ambition. Someone changed that equilibrium, and caused you to fall flat on your face.
And who can that someone be?
It was I. It was I.
I was that someone.
No, that could not be, you say. Why? Am I not the perfect man?
No, I am not a perfect man, I reply. Who amongst us is perfect?