The touch when you have to cherish a Mayor or leader of inhumanness is really unfair. This brings one to psychopathic fruit of tongues. Here in place called Codendron, located the home of shoddy and feeble man at the 5th street of Anacardia. Near the church or thereabout "el café". Poorly conducted that forced the people in the radius to eat guts due to poverty and modest. The man that was said introverted and man of solemnity observe it's rulers. He saw, vendors stand over the streets got debunked and poor beggars of provisions and victuals were killed for their muddy skins. Persons of contagious so were washed out of weary.
Once happened untimely in the morning. When it was still foggy and not yet prominent the sun was to the arc of the land, that there was a prospectus written and on the stage was the mayora. Precisely written, "Bestowed your donations here". It is unclear and actually, the purpose was not cited why donations is a must. As the man walked in the vertex of the street, he presumed that the donation has something to do with Christmas.
"May i venture, uh, with all due respect people's Mayora?" The young sleepless-looking man Agustus suddenly asked as he was walking.
"Go ahead. I will answer as you ask, gentleman.", the Mayora stood. He was amazed by how broad the man spoke and asked.
"For what, to whom, or may you just cite to me why you, the Mayora of the town, needs donation. A handsel for the coming new page of the time? New year? Okay, for community fund that will be soon donated to the poors?"
The Mayora's face cramples as it took her seconds to respond.
"Ye are questioning a person of higher echelon than you. I have never seen you being in the radius of my place."
"And so, i have never pictured this residencal space having someone that conducts. You got no predominance if you think you have. Let me egress since you din't provide the answer i needed." retorted the man.
Peoples of such space are habituated with corrupt government. Seemingly, they stipulate to anything the institution will appeal. None has been vociferous and beings seems like the plants of the garden. Nothing is anomalous. Freely and owned by the gardener. Unscrupulousness due to lack of Godliness as the mayora is infidel. The land has nothing but monetary and economic depravity. Therefore, economic growth and unemployment is notorious. The matters of anomaly then caused extreme poverty. Education is not stable and not a star of growth. And the root of all was the noxiousness of former leaders.
The outcome was, orthodox principles unlike other places were never been superior to the land and are often ignored because of misbeliever and miscreant leaders.
The man continued to roam around the town. The street unlike last time was broad. Here in the town's capital, 7th street of Anacardia. Always he thought, "I think being useless will end and execute all these sufferings? I might end-up in grave which is what i would love than to witness the world of despair and hopelessness".
The ineffective way of his living caused him to strive and hereby pushed him to the lowest modest. The which made him hidden. The temperature that morning was dead. It's 5 o'clock now in the morning. But the young man is feeling hot under the collar. His face was exasperated in univocal manner. As walking, something drew his eyes and entered the bar. "Hiring". The young man Agustus was unemployed for almost four months. He strive in hunger and he has nothing. Having nothing and extreme sadness pushed him to find sustenance in appropriate way. While he's experiencing the unwanted rest and stressful break, he's also suffering under mental breakdown that slowly decomposed his personality.
He thought, "this touch is benign and i should not be preoccupied by anything". As he wonder throughout his mind, he said, "I should be, because God doesn't exist and is a product of human's great despair. Okay, by all means, i should not be, because he don't, and evilness is present. I have mind by all rights".