Leviatha Sentius the Hopeful Olim passer nomine Leviatha Sentius Plenus Spei erat. In silva procera implicata habitavit incolente in solitudine. Cum somnia sua et aerem temperatum decerperet, Leviatha solum voluit videre solem lunamque. "Quae apparuerunt?" sibi dixit. Omnia umbrosus et obscurus erant. Leviatha consilium excogitavit: vespere volaret e nido ad cacuminem arboribus. Hac via diem ammisit poteratque inspicire ambo simul tempus.
Interdiu Leviatha Sentius de miraculis caelestibus cogitavit. Si in solem lunamque spectaverit, egebit numquam rursus cogitare! Videret mentem galactis sciretque arcanum omnem!
Dum nox appropinquat crescivitque umbra silvae opacior, Leviatha Sentius volavit acriter ad altitudines turrium corticis. Trepide subridit, inscius cuius manentis. Demergens per folia, Leviatha invenit tandem cupiditatem! Inspexit primus lunam et stellas. "Erant unicae in amoenitate!" Leviatha adfirmavit iucunde. "O, at solem! Ego dediscerem ante occidendum."
Leviatha vertit soli. Quam mirus erat! L
Blushcou'rWorry relics equal fiber
Failing as they tread
Below the noose Emotion.
Thee so disproportionate
Applaud nirvana nerves
When they are dead.
Clever thief, you thieve a form of rain cloud,
Yet of they athirst refrain you to obey.
A care for never abdicating
That which nourished we
Is a sensation worth wielding
Though you may asphyxiate.
You couldn't care if it was thunder;
To that I can't relate.
Of Prince nomine Worry.
Of the rain and of the thunder,
Should you tell us of their fate?
It does piss me off.
It is, yes, to make me cough
The loudest cough of all.
This asylum never is too straining,
Believing I of all.
All I've done was possess pencils
And write this echo's words.
Did I its bidding, loud and clear,
Enough to disturb the birds.
"To first settle in warmer sand."
A war over the Holy Land;
"To next settle a wintry north."
Melting glaciers, nothing forth;
"Third, to settle an adverse east."
Accept they weapons by the beast;
"Fourth, to settle the origin."
Two starve, Craving sins and Famine;
Of every deed, deemed evil, these,
Or those that I have done,
Those who trapped me in here
Live arid lives of little fun.
Crazy they have written a book
Of this inside Voice long ago;
Filled, it is, with many chapters
(The average person does know).
Mechanical ThinkingIs there a God?
What do you believe?
How do we conceive?
Does stem cell research help us breed?
Is remote viewing true?
Is it Templar controlled?
Can we keep the v-chip away from a person, grown old?
If philosophy is true, how can it exist?
Believing you're real means it, and beliefs don't think this,
But Taoism isn't that simple, so is it a correct path?
Is any, really, because they all end in death?
What's after death? A blank slate of an afterlife
Or a heavenly paradise or a hellish delight?
No one will ever answer any of these things
Without a slightly clouded conspiracy of a dream
So before thinking over the million "what ifs,"
First think over what it is you truly wish.