Once, I was the lord of the heavens. Those on earth trembled at my thunder, the lightning bolt I could hurl and transform myself into. My powers are gone now. I’m just a bent, broken old man, forced to endure my wife’s fussing, dreaming of better days. Better days will come. I’ll get my lightning and thunder back. Try and laugh at me once I do. No matter how pathetic I may seem, remember that I was once great. If the mightiest can be reduced to such a state, what does this say of everyone else. Remember that as you mock. We’ll see who laughs in the end.
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