trying in aul, Fable call

There once was a worlds, where theys, for live, were gone

The home you lived in, life mild, or did you think it was

Love? Justly so, or where to worlds could be, and life was

but that these, were of our people, We.

How long ago it seems, but there is life away, and some to

say, we had love forever and knew it not in song, air dare

  but pain. Agony, became of, and that we could have no

screams, should you aspect them still, for that you Love,

and are... Seven souls, different One, all alive, in where

could know, saiy, we will not be this, this did not come

of us. Where? Together though? There was not tongue.

  Who you were was where, and they were like, and we

are not.. But that we know, this, we, are, Love, that this, is

not God, we see, we are god, young, sure, well, so we will kill

them. We will kill them all..

   This was harmony, or that you could believe, for first

chance at the stop of pain, could we eliminate evil, forever.

Harmony? Time. There they invented music, for that they

were torrents, of consciau, and gods, make no mistake.

They never have. But a child, screams, so know they will

cut you, before you block the way..

That you could form a house, a family, that seemed lial,

but you are not the first, and you are not so young. (kanji:hero/male sovereign)

The name is called Kalel, Hero, and that this their house,

and these seven young invented all color, for they to know

where you could know, the slug, need air, and water, sick,

to move at you, nor there it cannot slug, into your mind,

without the ear.. So thank one that you have more than

two, the least of which, was gone. If he dies, we will kill

you. The youngest of our mark, he of change, for they to

know, sovereign Kalel was this family called, the first of

their kind, and him, the young, the baby, they called Hero.

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741