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Ancient lands, and High Seas, of Ark
Epoch Begaun, one start

Worlds, sendt, and baietd, for these, goss, and lie
for daeth, thes, love, and gone,
about my world, so suirely, this was Gone
in about that this life, this world, this in ventures so high,
this was gone, this was gone, this life, sure so never once in ours
before, this life, surely over more, this wqas gone, this about
before, this life, surely, so Unafraid, this in life, before, these worlds,
for fear in hearts, taken, courage inside, so surely, so not afraid,
this was gone,
they're not afraid, this was gone, these soldiers all,
so kill thwackt thit thi thit this life, thusi world, this was never,
even over, thiis one world, this was gone, this inside my own form,
try this venture,
out this world, this was gone, in before these worlds inside that
this was gone
before, these worlds in
my hope before, this life surely these
world this life, surely this was never gone in
before these worlds in that this wasn't gone before that this was taken surely these worlds in our courages taken surely ever after more before these worlds inside these worlds, this lethalic curse in my world in my Sword, so take a name, and cry his out, and know about, the brothers brought to armor forms, for flesh was warm, and lies were broken back, so taken rock inside my own steel!
These, Sung, tales, like, sung, black,
stone, into, these, olde, arks, this, world, this life, these, worlds, these worlds, this was gone inside this world, this living out, this world, this for my only life in this Power now! I Never thought she wasn't grand! I never thought I didn't love, what That power, as Her, was, so what the Hell do you bring for my pain in man!
You thought this, this love was modern! So fuck ALL you had for hell to pay in your Worlds! So starting, this day, surely, some ancient rite, but life like my day was stretching on in gracelands never lost in what was gone,
what's a day in life for these sons she given to ours, but like you could know, so surely, always, surely, do the sons rise, ever on, into an aeternal courage for these, worlds, so longer my only day for this in a moderner aera before in hells, before, but this wasn't Ancient! you said it about in something loss but that this olden song was new, so sing it back in a world, like ancient ark for hells! These worlds alive! This was gone, this in courage! These worlds, in haeel, these worlds in Courage, forthe to warm! These were granted Forces played in our
fame
glory, God above and so we are... passions, ecstasy... ass... daiyoudakaradtei, ansoudakeintou, lan guru son da meir dun sar, so shar en lou iman, la un ma der aei su, this, this, life, this was gone, this was gone, this was, metal clash like metal knight in the firelight!
thwat, thwat, this nlife, theser worlds, this was gone before, these worlds, this living out, this play about the only world in this before, this life, clatter and clash like this song was in these air all over these worlds, in this life, this world, this was Gone, this was dared, for fate!
So in this, loving because you like the way it hurts,
but that these worlds, couldn't, buckle or that he could, drop to knees, again because he wants... or what was life alive, and this was surely, some other, Force, before, I got aworld to live in here, with me, so share, this was gone, this was gone, this inside my world, before, this was gone, never once before, this world, this was gone, these worlds, a boy, showing god about to you like never once before did we paint her fuckin' face like beauty made you weak, power was in this, the ugly there so set her Pain!
Beauty was by law, what you'd regard...
This was hHell in all we are! this was, my life inside a world we could lie, about in what was lied!
"He Only tells lies!"
These worlds, this was gone, this was gone, "better story though," "of,!" wh.... this world, "If he can lie like that, for god, I don't know why you think I never lied right on, beside him, uh, wore, uh,"
this, world, taken, back, in worlds about these in planets before that thought was worth, this inside my moment so set about again before this fuckin' world, this was gone before it all, this was more, about what was still in ours
to set to lie

I fucked Robin Hood.
you’re at, a critical time in your life, when fucking, gets to be good
you were doing something wrong, before
I fucked him wild though,
now though, you’re good

when a big fella, is calling himself, little john, language has politely aspected, or painted, a fauckin’, really fuckin’, obvious, letter, sound set,
you just kill him, basically, is what I’m saying...
“What’s he fuckin’ out there for?”
“a bout...”?
“Well fuckin’ kill him Robin.”
“Better, you Fuck me, while he’s out there,” then you kill him? I started fuckin’ him, I don’t, know what he was gunna say, maybe I never will, but he ded, kick the fuck out of that guy, little Robin ded, he fights, with a bow, staff? Bow staff, because worlds get really fucked up, when hei’s, you know, sword’d.
His bow he likes, the
club, right? Do you know, how fauck’t up, they get, when you beat the fuck out of them with a bo staff? Claymore don’t work, against, what little kid with a sword? What little kid with a staff?
Well Robin, faur one..
Robin for anauther... O’course, Locksley was well set abeit, but, who’d
hav to beleiv, my owen son evaer shot a duke with an arrow, before, unless he did et signature, and wore a green hood, from the high roof plat, when he did et, there that the green arrow, was set abeit for lairv, or dairstin’, and mein,
what the fuck’s a huge, monster, doin’ challengin’ people, for spaurt, and challenge, on saum bredge, he’d laid et,
standin’ in the middle auv et, less he knows he can wrestle the crocodile below et, ‘fthere ez one, but share faur, he’s gaunen for spaurt, you sey, sport, and he’s, a giant, with a staff?
“What the Fuck is that?” “Not sized right, faur ya?” “That’s a club, bridge troll, you need a staff? Fuck it, I use yours, and you use mine, faurret?”
auh see fuck, that didn’t seem fair... He tossed it though, the fuckin’ tree trunk, or sapling, baugh, theing, not, well sapling baugh is what you use, sapling trunk, so yes, tree trunk, feckin’, club thing, but auld rot abeit et, probably cut oak, so yeah, cut back an old oak to when it was a sapling, and you got
nope, carnage doesn’t youthenize you,
he tossed it though, “what you got then?” and I fixe’d em two fresh staffs, set abeit, for in lauch, sure for balence, but you can know,
I ded et without remorse they’re fuckin’ trees, asshole, they lev just fine when we kill bridge trolls with their boughs, bases? shar aur, dai, they need them branches, but roots ain’t branches, so above so below?
sei’n in faur, that oak was carnage, this was tom foolery... likely, saur, okay, you Can, save the oak, too, you know?
I found a stump though, a fresh caut one, too, and wondered, what abeit it before, but I dedn’t know about ways we hadn’t, set about their lives, an’ gon en? Robin kicked the fuck out of ‘em and I dedn’t watch,
no intimidation complex well, okay, me not watchin’, scared the FAUCK outa little john mefaglauird, he’d, make ya, say, mefaglaurid, just so
wait he’s not, My, faglord!
well, your, troll?
make more sense?
somethin’ you kill. got aut?
king a the gaels, lairds in for, but gone, I’m at what I was, and for yours, I had a saw, set I could call for friend, some day for them, but
aspected away, they’d left one, strange though, or that yes, a rich lord killed this, one, daed tree, or daed cust they killed et, and the maent less, this metal, maent less than the tree they’d got in the middle a this faurest, alright...
well for one, we had a fuckin’ bridge saw, now, and also, sharely, they dedn’t fuckin’, make that fuckin’ bredge, with the fuckin’ tree they stole. bastards.
baaaut, I wanted to kell a tree, now, and waunder about yours, I sat on the stump and did watch, but it was, aspected out to see the fight, by then, the meandering off like I knew he was fine, is what the bother was, in rael aspect, and I’d gairin the saw, by theys, and shot little faggot, in my imagination, but there, he ded faul onto the crocodile,
an’, that’s when I shot him, in my head, again..
Robin however, came down whilst he could sleeper out the beast in the mud, beast not, monsters, is what it was,
and heis jump dauiyst, brough the what, lance of eit? flat of et? it’s a a baugh, on a staff, the butt? no, for when you leap off the log breidge, and kill little john, with the baugh of your staiv, greatest force to a smaller area, saiyt for, daed, collision ein, he what cracked his soul? he fuckin’ kell’d hem. whatever the fuck you happens to beit, he dedn’t, not think, there was a croc,
an’, he saw it, when he fell, the enemi,
if you theink, Robin didn’t know, he was cute, and small, and that’s the fate that awaited, the easy push off, any other baby’d have had, or mey his dad?
well his dad wouldn’t a lost, and naur would I, so their, bad abeit, anyone tho, if you think Robin Hood, wasn’t strong enough to grab the croc by it’s tale, in fits, of rage? agony, is what it looked like, yes beCause, he knew the haurror was there, it didn’t look like rage without agony, so he’d bei, he dragged it out from the mud aunto the dry dirt slope,
retarded form, for anything outside a mud, ‘specially a dry’en faurest floor, and there, flipped about freaking out on et’s back, jiujets, not a pause, for it to flep back,
Robin tore it’s throat out.. and crushed its head, under the jaw, jaw? maw, fuckin’, kicker beak, so there the sicko monster blood pulsed out et, an’d movin’ it’s head was about it what was all could do, but it couldn’t move, the more it tensed anything in momentum, the neck gorged and burgkled, apart,
and that’s how Robin killed little john, you know.. “Robin though,” he, what, lookeed at me, like, the Fuck do you have to break my
fuckin’, what?
“We got a tree saw...” he thou, ght,..
“Oh, wey though!” he looked at the stump, through about it, and said, “Fauck, though, we find a great achre?”
“Fuckin’, yeah..” don’t fuck yourself up, that’s a fuckin’ nightmare venture if it weren’t for never pay, and blasted fucken’ awesome fun, love et en about et though? You’d seing, while you aire, and bei about it, we needed, Faurce, for theys, but of, and we could sing for life and glory, god a know, and so they’d come, th’others, and they’d see, aus, these a battleborne teinager, ehst, ye’d know the word if you thought, prince of saiyans, and not bearded stout keing? When Richard was all man you could have to know bei, you’d see Robin, and think, never was he not perfect there, the little boy he is, and somethin’ about sayin’, forest child, you knew that could be eternal,
and so you never thaught aspected, I ain’t somethin’ very gaest, grock, beck? Daed, live tho, blue, sure, an’ live e’n for, Gaelic of blue?
blue steel, but gray, gray, gray, gray, gray, gray thers, but ain, like, spirit like vikings hev aut, but make’n, I’m not one, but I’m Vegeta, and hell before you, prince of the gaels, and bein for love, you’d theink,
well hell,
saiyan elite, ain’t for it, till you know what he’d bei, faur et, for loss, an’ grant, sayin’s are everywhere, if never faur agaiyn, what you’d have to know, about what made, never viking, never battleborn ‘less it was blue, and gray, steel below, aur of, that theys faur, gaelic, besh’nor, so know what I am, and that, a planet, I am, that race, so set befaur again, planet Vegeta,
and vikings know they’re cool, and Robin likes those too, Joan, does.
I say it all, because,
no it was funny as fauck, Robin saw, the fuckin’, happen uponerr, brought by song, we’d had, for theis, cuttin’ our first tree, down et for, like he’d waundered by? live about the forest, and it’s a place for magic to bei, and he was cool, but you know cool, he was great, very greain, blonde sure, but Robin saw him, and said, “Auh, Fuck!” and ran! it was a run, only designed, to get a boy, viking, man, but, what, yes, teenager spirit is holy, and not what you thought, boy he was, this, but if you love boys, viking might bey how you love still in the world without broken sobs and agony, or, without? you need the claymore, if you know.. it was a run though,
just to get the boy viking, so, man, to fuckin’ chase him and fuck him,
but language is eternal adapt, “Auh, Fuck!” like no Way we, something something, there waren’t words, it was so fuckin’ funn, the gorgeous, fuckin’ viking, never a threat, didn’t look scary, and the chase wasn’t fun? the grappling him to the ground, catching him, cuz that’s why he ran, and you’re stonger, cuz it’s, run from a fuck for, the fuck, boy strength applied? yeah what? the tackle not, it was, for lauv, life you know, the grappled down, the what, funny struggle to get away, and like, sure fire God fuck, life was good and grant’eat for? how, the Fuck, you think, sex with everything cool about that paerson, didn’t maen, love applied, what, intuit the moment? show him the Force he saw in the viking build? know that fuck is play, and god is Fun, and saex is life, and chase for plaesure and tackle for taunting, but life for fun, he’d tell you, he didn’t know? that Eric thought, he had to say, in this culture he had, as hero as he’d ever baen, he was, a little, perverted, why? idiots in culture, Eric wasn’t going to deny how much he loved his friends, loved, awesome sex with them, but like, why’d you fucking run, you little freak,
to get fucked?
‘at’s a doctor, Eric didn’t have anything for et, the fuckin’ chase was fun, it was laughing to smile, there in it, the struggle was fun, it was, gay?
love about them, life abairt it, you have to be, deprived of females to be gay, never at all, but if you are deprived of female,
and you still don’t Fuck, that’s gay as fauck, so that the fuck took your friends away and saiyd you had to rewrite your words for forceplayu? you don’t let, tyrants rewrite words faur you, you shoot them
and steal there fuckin’ tree saw while yer at it. If you thought, I dedn’t, take up a black wicked cool, oaken naut,
somethin’, something, bow staff bow staff, to fight, the seventy men caum upon us, with arrow and sword, kill them bet, you didn’t know, what I am, but they could do where faur et? lots of men, to take apart a new tree, but the one
tree saw, they thought, they’d heard a sawing song and bei about it before, this esn’t where we Had to be, save we’d know they had money, so if they left the saw like it was sovereign, theirs, this, they’d bring Force they had to haul another off, and torture the forest, at it, and surely, you stole, that metal, freak, and you’re sawing,
they’d invent, on the spot, in the king’s woods?
log, log, beit,
set, wait,? well he fuckin’ ran, so I took apart an armored battle batallion with a staff, while he waited, you don’t measure hours, ever at aul,
but I didn’t get, scratched, or, might have? the ones that, just appaer, you don’t have to know how dangerous it es, if you’re not bleed scratched like you desn’t care, how it appeared, so there abeit for it, I mighta scratched myself, didn’t bleed, but red cuts, or, scratch, of et, appeared, on my, fuckin’ wicked staff skill, twirl shit, mark,
so however shore, thes playce they had for it was, arrows started splittin’ faces open, after an age an’ a half, there,
and Eric’s sword came blastin’ through helmets, there about en for it, and the bastards ran, cuz that the fuck,
they’d die, surely, too much ringin’ of nothing you ever had, for steel an armor, mattering, for running exhaustion in, mattering, against a fuckin’ staff,
saum, beitter faur it, more of, but then like, how many, impossible bad asses could just, show up ever aiur?
we killed them aul, Erik, Robin’s arrows, and I ded. left the bodies, burried the steel.
better?
the tree was marked, good, don’t lose the steel, woulda kept at the tree but the trap was gone way faur, and we had a better mark to get at, with here two stronger ones that doen’t need the agony of pain against a child slaughter, whell, er? child, raper,
who thoes ‘em to crocodiles who don’t drown ‘em, it’s mud, they just, thrash and grait at ‘em, there, and sure, little john rape’s ‘em, when he kills the croc cuz it was bored, or he was, faur et? “too, fucking bad though,” he looked to coast, or,
shaur, he could sense the sea, where it was, ever after there?
Vikings
like that, a fauckin’ laut,
from a forest kid they’d jaust had in, beit? We were on a hill, climbin’ to higher ground, with thes, tree saw, “that’s a way it is,” he said of it, Erik did, sense the ocean though? like, fauck, sex, but the words were unspoken, he wouldn’t go back to the longboat, wherever how far it heid ban, he’d found ass,
and shore, that’s God.
you call it booty when you’re a faggot, and didn’t know ass sounds awesome, and gold is silver too, when the boy here, too, is silver; ass, so share belief, it was Sex, life for, which es of Gaud, but hell, you’d better start beleiv’en in hero stories of ancient remark, that gaud you, you’re in one.

rock, and bye baby, from, the tree rot, here’s, a set master of staff at a loss
when, the baugh breaks, and sturdy bridge rock, down will fall baby, into the crock