“And the meek shall inherit the earth,” say the immortal words of the true apocalyptic scripture, a scripture that predicts unending war until the year 2062. An entire lifetime of intergalactic conflict and death is foretold, a future in which we live under a controlling government to be known as the Solar Federation.
The scripture reads: “[the Solar Federation has] taken care of everything. The words you hear, the songs you sing, the pictures that give pleasure to your eyes. It’s one for all and all for one. We work together.”
The scripture reads of the year 2112, 100 years after our initial and impending apocalypse. The remnants of mankind will forge a city called “Megadon” under the watchful eye of the Solar Federation, with their “Red Star” symbol overlooking the city. Mankind will live in a world where we “wander home though the silent streets, and [fall] into a fitful sleep, escape to realms beyond the night.”
Our future is desolate and cold. However, the world will adapt and change and prosper. As The Priests of the Temples of Syrnix—those in charge of monitoring all of society—will proclaim to all the huddled masses: “We have no need for ancient ways. The world is doing fine.” The scripture ends with a nod toward an elder race attacking the Solar Federation in the year 2112, thus recreating a world of war 100 years after the first outset of battles.
This ancient text that predicts our untimely fate and controlled future existence is called 2112 and is written by an ancient wizard who specializes in drumming rituals. His name is Neil Peart, and his fellow kinsmen call themselves Rush.
Peart had a vision; a vision in which he thought, “It was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see. The beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase.”
For anyone who doubts the legitimacy of these claims must look at the most popular prophesy of the 2012 doomsday, the Mayans. The claim that the Mayans were ahead of their time is obvious; their advancement of math and astronomy are genius. But do you know what else is absolutely genius? The chord progression through Rush’s 2112 is genius.
Besides, whom would you rather believe: an ancient civilization, or one of the greatest rock bands to ever live?