Actually..

[flamma-lupus.livejournal.com]

And whats more important... they know it.
Not one of them will stand against me, they all know that I can destroy them.

The stray dogs who roam the streets, eating off scraps from dumpsters, they are my ears.
The city workers, rushing back and forth like so many ants in suits, whiling away useless existances, they are my eyes.
The rats scurrying underneath the city, far more alive than so many of the human inhabitants, they are my nose.

I see corruption and decay spread, and I hold it back. I see enemies send tendrils of their influence creeping through, and I sever them. I don't DO metaphor.
The ivory tower rises pitifully in the north, cracked and eroded by so many lies and deals and betrayals, the Tower of Pisa looks more stable.
I see the sword rise in the south, rusted and flawed, more like a hundred daggers turned in on themselves than one sword.
I hear the howls from the parks, occasionally catch hints of half a tune on the breeze, one that sounds so familiar.
I remember the decay in the deadlands, seeing the city falling apart and filled with the dead.
I see so many who should never wake tomorrow, and I plan to make it so...

So very few have survived so long in this city. They don't have what it takes, seeing it as something that needs to be combatted, fixed....
This is MY city, it isn't broken, its everybody IN it thats the problem.
And thats why it needs me.