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.