I am the king of my Matrix. Lesser beings scurry out of the way as my approaching footsteps pound the ground eternal. The Truce is a thing of the past, and again people are scurrying to find their appropriate sides, and to draw their chosen line in the perverbial sand.
I wish you all the best on your individual paths, and pray that it is not me that awaits you at the end.
((good luck to all who make hard choices in the coming weeks))
I wish you all the best on your individual paths, and pray that it is not me that awaits you at the end.
((good luck to all who make hard choices in the coming weeks))
