Oh if only the masses knew how precarious my rule is, my demise would surely be met before the setting of the sun. Yet how fortunate I am that the masses are such a pathetic lot, that their capacity to struggle does not extend beyond their physiological needs. Simply some bread and a roof and they are pacified and I tolerated. Bitterly perhaps, yet tolerated nonetheless. So they ought not complain, for they have none to blame but themselves as where has any treasure been gained without the cost of blood, sweat and tears? Their inaction is simply my invitation. They deserve their fate for it is a world where the strong dictate.