Pages of HistoryStanding in a dark space, a god, a deity, an all powerful daemon, looked up to by man as a being who could create or destroy their whole lives, slowly opened his eyes to let the candle light hit him so that he may see his creations in their elite form. An arm raised high with a wine glass in hand. It was the god's hand. The man inhaled and embraced the warm musky air that him and his followers bathed in. He exhaled, and spoke. “I raise my hand for you men. A toast to the most ardent of human beings to ever walk the sweet green earth of our beloved motherland. For today, your are all men, men of your countries. Men that will in noPages of History
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