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In name of our fair king and for sake of poets a dream as love for lovers might be, the reason. Dont be afraid, my dear ones.

In affair rather public the matter known that means but so little much to me as an acheΒ Β of a souls thats hungry what dawn is for the birds to sing a bit too soon and wine for the drunken to laugh without a clue is my permission as spoken to i am to speak to adress the youth and the power behind the wheel thou not too soon as still at spin. To advice as adviced by own hearts council.

"Zacnem na konci, aby som skoncil na zaciatku." Wise man once said. Among other in his right. Man is free! And that be sacred to any that wish to ever walk with God. Rumors out of my will at fold them vicious hearts way to wish so much injustice upon their fellow men. Whatever threat the reason. May keep days up at nights. Whatever guilt. Whatever philosophy they mind rotten by undecision twisted by silent lies way untold kept still in its core of their own bloodlines to suffer what answers wrong how nothing hurts and how long it does unknowingly and unknown and untill. Doctor of the sick like flowers because of the spring. The summer.

At the meet of a soul of any at terror name you call kind the spirit and ask: is it justice or injustice that you suffer? Are you beautiful or are you rightous? For merci you ask and for merci you answer.

So at the dawn of time, or the moon in vain, sun is no more by nor shadows it casts. Yet the charm truly charming the call of the spell bold the man and foolish the heart adviced set on the road sent to advice the same by its own council.

I appeal your soul to mind near and love the words as i cherish that house they praise. Our home this land. To protect my interest, for dear to me. From strangers that would treat as somebody elses and enemies that would find it to be a threat and brothers, because you have sinned. And because you are. I know because i am. Youre sins are forgiven. Sin no more. With a deed of washing your hands you shall be resolved. Because i said!

Not your burdon is what i seek, but your trusting heart and an honor of lended ear. Kept in care of doubt. At most i ask for i name my price to be. To ask, be worth a while and of the answer worthy. Men we shall.
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