Once upon a time, there lived a man called President Volgar, a warmonger of unparalleled audacity. With a penchant for conquest, Volgar had invaded neighbouring countries with impunity, seemingly invincible in his relentless pursuit of expansion.
However, unbeknownst to Volgar, a divine reckoning was looming on the horizon. One fateful evening, as he sat in his grand palace, indulging in his latest military conquest, a humble prophet arrived at his doorstep. Sent by the heavens, like the prophet Daniel had once been sent to the ancient Babylonian ruler Belshazzar, to warn him of the impending end of his rule, so too, did this unknown prophet carry a solemn message to President Volgar, a message which was inscribed on a parchment, that, like Daniel’s earlier warning, chillingly read: ‘Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin.’
Volgar, brimming with arrogance, dismissed the prophet’s words as mere gibberish. ‘What nonsense is this?’ he scoffed. ‘I have conquered countless nations, and no mere prophecy shall deter me.’
Undeterred, the prophet repeated the ominous message, his voice echoing through the opulent hall. ‘It is a divine warning, President Volgar. Your reign of terror is coming to an end.’
Volgar’s laughter reverberated through the palace, a testament to his disbelief. ‘You dare threaten me, a mortal? I am invincible!’
As the night wore on, the prophet’s words began to haunt Volgar’s mind. A sense of unease settled upon him, gnawing at his resolve. To his dismay, as the clock struck midnight, the walls of his palace trembled violently.
Before his very eyes, the words ‘Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin’ materialised on the nearby wall, glowing with an ethereal light. The letters danced and swirled, mocking Volgar’s hubris.
‘Mene,’ the first word illuminated the room, as a deep, resonant Heavenly voice explained its meaning to President Volgar: ‘ The days of your reign President Volgar, have been numbered and brought to an end.’
‘Tekel,’ the second word shone brightly, as the Heavenly voice continued: ‘President Volgar, you have been weighed and found wanting.’
‘Upharsin,’ the final word glowed brightly, as the Heavenly voice thundered: ‘Your kingdom, President Volgar, will soon be divided and taken from you, to be given to others to rule.’
As the final word faded away, the palace erupted in chaos. The walls crumbled, the roof collapsed, and Volgar was buried beneath the rubble of his own ambition.
And so, the warmongering president met his end, not on the battlefield, but at the feet of a divine prophecy. The writing on the wall became a testament to the folly of war and the inevitability of justice.
In the aftermath of Volgar’s demise, the government renounced its aggressive ways and embraced peace. What’s more, the words ‘Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin’ served as a constant reminder of the destruction wrought by war and the importance of seeking reconciliation.
And as the legend of Volgar and the prophet faded into history, it became a cautionary tale for all those who would seek to conquer by force. For even the most powerful of rulers cannot escape the divine reckoning that awaits them.
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