The path was dark and mellow...they had gotten help from above...
But they did not like the ways of rules and law...
The injustice and the money doo.
Soo they prayed even more...before stealing and go forth.
They meet the world of the fairies...the rules of the ones that loved berrys...
The gnomes and the elfs...the leprecauns who made wooden shelfs...
They new they understood there ways...more alike them then the knowledge from
the military base.
They where no longer scared...learned to knit and make handy things fare.
They learned the beauty from inside.
No obsession was them to divide.
The rules became flary...and love and light suspended from there dairy
words became flare...nobody knowing what really was there...
Everything a mistery..heaven in its distori...
But technology and its love ...came streaming from above
The kulture from the woods...became scared for the big loobs
The loobs of knowledge to be hidden from abolish..
though humans where scared...only the greedy would dare
and a war that arouse....
The silly where those..those making a mare of humans who fleed from greed to the woods...all
naked in lace...so scared to there face...
Becoming one with fairys and gnomes...
They laughed out of them...visiting there friends...
The winner where those...the greedy and the knowledge of the...
and fairytales where spread of fairys soo fare...
Soo nobody would forget...the steardy who fled.
A break in the tech...while the others also fled...when they saw the greed of men...
Now they have come again...a new chance they give...to the humans indeed...
First incarnate..people from there...
Children soo fare..intelligent and dare...Making new ideas...made of fantasias. 3 generations they brought...from another planet they
Next was to come..angels from the one...
They are soo strong...and wise as they belong...angels from heaven..born to the barren.
A path they will bring of knowledge it will seem...though it is rightous and fare....like magic it will seem..indeed they will bring....and rules will be followed...strong as a mother who raises alone children
bastards known.
And they will come...in generations of two...from the elleventh to the next due...
The last are the fairys...who knows how there light might shade out of berries...
They will show the night life...of living in sight...
Night life has not yet come...until then...dangers are done...in the nightime shade bom...monsters arise to the dare..and to the weak and to the fare...
To the boys and to the girls...be aware of kidnappers in flare...of handsome men...often dark, tall and they stare...in italian chem. But they are under the scale of sivil nation from mer. And have religions soo cruel..
they culture stealing humans as others steal fuel.
The night life will come..in the generation of the fairys...when music and song they will bring...
If not it comes spring...
And rules soo intense...seculation it reminds...but of innocent and kind.
A doctrination this nations need...cause cruelty are they indeed.
The wars I understand...though sadness it for me brings...the death of children whoom only doctrine would think in new ways they would fink.
Though hard it would be...cause genetic is real..for those who not drill....those bad inborn or fale thorn.
Fale thorn means to be not inbreed but bad breaks on there vehicle mobile.
Conversation is born to make those in thorn...understand they most change...or else willing to bare...to be lowest in ranks of societys stank.
A duty so nare..like exchanging the flare...see there goes the beast....the one without dist or knowledge of more...then the dirt in his floor.
That is why they are here...the heaven born from a galaxy dear.
To make that change...so fast and strange...
Though the fairys and the elfs are against....since they belive in love from rest and sest...and being in love...with beauty and salt ...the spice of the tont.
They no longer belive...in our knowledge in deed.
They think we are tont...that might good be...but the heart we are to thee...and all that live...though nothing we might be to he. Or maybe..he recalls us...as the ones in the rank lower to angels in the stank...
But what can one do..when one loves freedom in the due.
But we are spiritually strong...though darkness and such...we misrespect for the flock.
Darkness for us...is the sadness infuss. The fuss inside...inside the clock of time...saying you are not good enough be part of the flare...who shine and are dare...
Cause you are to weak...
Well weakness is my strenght...
That is why I do not war...it not treathened or sore.
Though winning is nothing to me...just making a point for the devotee.
I often reatret..after warsome deafet...
I love the defeat...that means the war is over and then comes peace. Good food and bliss.Music to the mostich. Prayer by singing and dancing with the astreyor.
The girl is afraid of the astrayer whoom mentioned...
She knows not fare..the godness in this prayer.
Of course you dare and fare...the strayer is a blare.
A dancer and a singer...who dispites the nuture bringer.
The laws and the make of governments in the sake.
Like fairys and gnomes..they live to the moon.
But they steal and do horrid things she says...
The incarnation of stealth...
That is due soo thru cause they mingle with the large and with the few...
Not a strayer you are..if cruel you atar.
So rather you though...stay away from the flow...
Cause the strayer is smart...not like you who fall apart.
But he chooses he path....that you do not understand...cause serve is in your plan.
Well you just let him be....
Feel not sorry for someone like he...
He is stronger then you...a human though still...and often a fallen warrior of skill.
Who are you who break in tears from your mothers loving mir.
Mir means guide for those forgotten the language of medival style.
And hate them you now do...for mengling with child robbers in field.
A child robber is a child robber...
Another nobber is another fobber.
You know not who might help you in sight.
There is honour among thieves...forget not such strong dieves.
Not all of them steal children or do rape indulgence....
The planet is big...
And in every prison you see the rank...
Even better then society it gives it hard spank.
