Micaiah, a prophet of God, visited my door one day. After three years of no war, I did not expect to see a prophet of a god to come see me. His words and oaths were very short to me. He told me that there will be a battle over a city of my desire. He said that if I attacked this city to conquer it out of my hunger for power, I would die. "What a fool," I thought to myself as a paced through my room. I will not die out of a meaningless war. I think and know that I will die out of old age or sickness. What an insignificant fool...
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