I started off into the distant past, trying to revel why the world was left is such array,
I find myself stuck here now, the year unknown, terran unknown, enemies everywhere and its
just me and my gattling gun horses,
I'm traveling farther south, I find that the future of Earth was left for other planets prematurely,
I find no hope in leaving Earth, I will continue with my trek to the end of the this world and to be rebirthed into a better tomorrow.
If the enemies can see my path is righteous and holy for there is no way out of this world ever.
First I must be where the Sun is plenty for its cold and beyond the horizens there could be nothing left after this winter here.
