As I sit here in the confines of this timeless chamber, I contemplate life. I wonder if The Most High is watching over me. My soul screams for nourishment, my mind thirst for passionate thought. But yet it seems that I am not capable of quenching this dehydrated frame. Some say that we are born to die, but not I. I was born to live and live I am, a most happy and properous life I will indeed. So go all you poor souls and tell them all that a warrior is coming.
Rodney M. Siler
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