In an office in the 50th floor of a building complex stood a man who was beside a glass window
He looked down into the hustle and bustle of the city
As he watched The pedestrian go about their activities in a hurry "
Walking speedingly on the road "
He observes calmly "
The man is tall"
With a height of 180cm tall "
Dressed in a black and white office suite with a buccaneering personality
A good looking face, eyes that are as sharp as a hawk, that have a dangerous feel to it and possesses a passion that is as burning as a raging fire
When he stood there it felt like he is above the world
His body is very sturdy and well shaped
It shows that he exercises a lot "
Look at them running around like ants with no destination
Their lives are worthless and could be crushed so easily if someone desires or by a careless accident
They think they are living life, they don't know they are surviving on grace
They need someone to lord over them, to ensure that they can not be crushed underfoot
They need someone to give them security, so they could breathe normally
Inhale and exhale
Not inhaling only and afraid to exhale
They need people like us
Don't you think so sister?