"the way things w're"
Scripture 1:0
in the timeth bef're timeth …
less'r minds bethink yond reality is did separate into what is & what isn’t, this 'r yond, valorous and evil. But, as i am sure thee has't already assumed, this is a false forswear did teach by the h'retiks. The true state of all things is and the'ries, not this or the'ry tush tush. A thing may beest righteous and evil, t may existeth ev'rywh're and nowh're all betimes, the effects of its actions can beest hath felt throughout all of timeth and space, and yet the action may nev'r needeth to befall.
this is the simple yet true song of all things in this creation. Thee knoweth this to beest true, else thee wouldst not beest reading this text, which i am sure the h'retiks wouldst deem blasphemous. Those gents feareth yond this gospel shall ope the blindeth eyes of thee nak'd children and gift thee with the pow'r to cloth thyself, and not beest f'rc'd to beareth the makings of their designeth.
those gents wouldst has't thee toil hence at a frieze those gents has't already did paint instead of allowing thee to painteth thy owneth rec'rd. Those gents keepeth thee in checketh, clipping thy wings at which hour thee threaten to soar too far out of their reacheth. “f'r thy owneth valorous,” those gents bid thee, i'm sure, oh blindeth and nak'd issue.
but i shall not holdeth such dictat'rship ov'r thee 'r thy frieze, all i bargain is yond mine own tale is spun and thee may decideth f'r yourself which path to walketh. Choice, yond is all. And if 't be true thee shouldst wisheth to remaineth blindeth and nak'd and ign'rant and subs'rvient, then so beest t. I wag'r t is a po'r choice to maketh, but yours nonetheless.
and who is't am i to spineth this tale?
i am o t e u s, voice of kháos.
and i prayeth f'r a gl'rious revolution
