INQUISITORS - CONSQUISTADORS

Power sick people always hide under a symbolic artefact which they brandish over the death fields as if the whole mess came about from a thunder strike, a bolt of blinding light flashing out everybody's brain, pushing for a 'reset' in the 'right' direction;

I call these entities 'power sick' because to even try to handle a thunder strike is tantamount to be turned into fried chicken, however, those hard core people exactly have become so 'hardened' through the constant abuse of other people 'goodwill' in 'giving' them a redeeming chance, that they are immune or insensitive to any wisp of empathy, or to the art of human relations;

They simply have remade themselves into power tools without any use, except to eliminate 'competition', the most extreme expression of that sickness which permeates all societies, the 'scream' call for 'success' to bathe the this being into its acidic juice, competition;