2084.

“Let sleeping dogs lie.

So much for the guy who said never to bring a knife to a gun fight.

The governor of life is the governor of truth indeed.

Some say fate, I say sate.

Some see now.

I see 2084.

and me buried beneath scorched earth.

I think I’ve waited for long enough.

I’ve heard the rabble of pseudo-lords enough to fill the chatter-brains.

Short of worth I heed the words of my ancestors.

Reborn.

Another plane, another shape, another seed, another flower, another fruit.

I’ll eat from this one regardless of dogma, you can even flog me if you want too.

Invincible I bare no scars, an outlet for your rage, if that is what it takes for you to turn the page.

I will take it all on.

I will take it all on merrily.

Verily withered spirits doth break, and the peace makers turn in their graves.

Some say fate, I say sate.

Some see now.

I see 2084.” -Michael Ament