I be one a man, though I refrain from burrying my head.. many a disagreement there be, though lies many dont wish them a see..
no matter be I to let it go.. know I am mad before judgement. A disclaimer one might say.. but be it if I may It is to be heard anyway. Learn and give it said.. I seek guidance in the outer reaches of the dead. The trawelers might wish to share, when they get to learn to fare. The journey they called it I know how. A tripp they called it you know how.. a trade then? The deffence is fair.. yet it doesnt hide your flare.. it matters not. Rule who will, be it one or an other.. a tyrant for a tyrant is not a good trade.. those posessed by a superego are indeed of power, though it will bring yet more the suffering; Know this.
Stories I have heard, gifted ruling the world. Fables I have heard, it isnt so now. I hope all knows to respect this word that abusing the gift will only hurt themselves.. or they will know, a mantle of guilt they will gain with it. Without a soul, what then? By the unknowing agents, I almost got tainted.. Then this is revealed.. a dirty bliss, but a bliss just the same.. I hope There will be no children.. a wish in vain maybe, let there atleast be a lilly.. the statement latter is to be noted it not one a demeanor. The prophesies do not turn out as they would seem either, do they?
Let it be known I may teach Journeying, minor sorcery, manipulation and healing, but if one is not pure of heart, one may seek anyway, but I might reffuse. Ironicly that most will not even be aware. In return I ask nothing.
I ask guidance in traweling, a newb by the external. You will not get anything in return. A reffusal? So be it. It doesnt matter, for such guidance exists everywhere to the open eye, but still; a selfless act is rare these days..
Judge the words with care. It will seal only your fate. Bliss to you all then.
no matter be I to let it go.. know I am mad before judgement. A disclaimer one might say.. but be it if I may It is to be heard anyway. Learn and give it said.. I seek guidance in the outer reaches of the dead. The trawelers might wish to share, when they get to learn to fare. The journey they called it I know how. A tripp they called it you know how.. a trade then? The deffence is fair.. yet it doesnt hide your flare.. it matters not. Rule who will, be it one or an other.. a tyrant for a tyrant is not a good trade.. those posessed by a superego are indeed of power, though it will bring yet more the suffering; Know this.
Stories I have heard, gifted ruling the world. Fables I have heard, it isnt so now. I hope all knows to respect this word that abusing the gift will only hurt themselves.. or they will know, a mantle of guilt they will gain with it. Without a soul, what then? By the unknowing agents, I almost got tainted.. Then this is revealed.. a dirty bliss, but a bliss just the same.. I hope There will be no children.. a wish in vain maybe, let there atleast be a lilly.. the statement latter is to be noted it not one a demeanor. The prophesies do not turn out as they would seem either, do they?
Let it be known I may teach Journeying, minor sorcery, manipulation and healing, but if one is not pure of heart, one may seek anyway, but I might reffuse. Ironicly that most will not even be aware. In return I ask nothing.
I ask guidance in traweling, a newb by the external. You will not get anything in return. A reffusal? So be it. It doesnt matter, for such guidance exists everywhere to the open eye, but still; a selfless act is rare these days..
Judge the words with care. It will seal only your fate. Bliss to you all then.