Songs, Pedro Vicente [literature books to read .txt] 📗

renegade mage slayer. Whom? Is this person. 

He came from bathleron government. Questions were made, weren't made? Questions make among upon the skies. 

Upon the skies... Beneath all, beneath the red skies, the red eyes of all 1984 society. 

We as people have vengeance eyes, red eyes with whole blood running right in the eyes not in the veins. Inside veins the people of government had made a change for their blood. Color blue, a color for all traditional kingdoms lost. Lost in time... lost is a middle of nowhere... in middle of what... 

Right in the middle, lost and forgotten for our belief. We've became seeders of machinimas, machinima tech. Always be always be the outsiders of the real world. We've became legends of dust, legends of what? Became legends and unforgotten persons in the real world already destroyed also forgotten in time. The wheel of time had stopped in time... stopped in a time of.. stopped in a time where all became dust and insecure. So, persons reinvented the steampunk mechatech a robot from themselves to live outside. Outside as persons with no relations among all. The mechatechs, the machinimas of themselves became the real world also known as the forbidden touch world.  

This tells Louis the mage slayer story, whom wanted to become legend as a real person not a mechatech person as all wanted. 

He born as a mage, an experimental touch among the centrists of the regime 1984 social network. 

Born also to be a change of openness among the already forgotten world. Forgotten imposed by the real force, the denial of whole mankind. That mankind, which were the people against the covens of technology. Those people already forgot they imposed the regime now they're on denial about it. The covens are persons groups, living as a small family. Every family is coven. Sometimes the warriors, the doctors, every coven society forgot how to live. To live as a peace society.

Bow down! Bow down! 

Is this a kingdom lost? Is this a Hail to the King? A kingdom King gone? 

Bow down! Say Hail to the lost king. Where are we goin' with this path of gone? 

Say hello to a hidden lost feeling stuck in... 

A lost kingdom come... A belief hidden in us... 

A Hail to the king, lost in somewhere, in somewhat... 

A kingdom come... Farewell... Farewell to arms... Call to arms... 

Bow down! 

Bow down! 

A belief to come... as a touch... farewell my King... I used to be an untouchable hidden is time a feeling. 

I've became a creed. Something I've turned it too. Farewell... Farewell to my kingdom. Where am I going with this reason to live? 

Bow down! 

Bow down! 

To rocking the shaked house. This is my belief to keep on going. To keep the reason to live among us all. 

I'm a mage with no home. Questioning everything as a numbless, a hopeless, a different touch human. 

I must confess is this a feeling or a belief to everything turns or circle around our civilization, our society with nothing with a sense of fearless. A feeling to become an unbeliever how life gives a reason to live as our memories gone and shaked the Terra mechatech robots of our real person we've became.

We've became a machinima, something with fear to interact as real persons of our lost hidden touch. Our goodness, our kindness, our beliefs became something as denial of the real feelings. 

The real feelings as a society with interaction as people. The tears falling from the skies upon our heads also upon our real touch.

I'm Louis a mage slayer to haunt the demons inside of our society people head. 

I'm feeling broken. Tears became lost in a sense of.... tears became our seas.. became our salvation to love and be a salvation of our broken hearts, salvation of our darlings trapped in a web of fear spiders. 

Upon the skies, we will never fall to be hidden. Upon the skies, the touch of our hands will become our teardrop to relate. To connect our past with the sense, a reason to live again. 

We've became lust, dust, numb less, fearless to give a real world to our sons. With peace inside, we're going to feel so alive when our wars will fall in forgotten, something forgotten in a time of peace. 

Reading is something forbidden to whole society. 

We've became sounds, sounds of something rotted. Sounds surrounded as a forgotten touch, a real touch of voices in our heads. 

Settle inn.. Farewell life... farewell... sons... sons of the night. 

Bow down! 

Say Hail to the King Karlyn, son of the seventh son of the seventh son.  

Bow down! 

Hail to a king with no fear. Hail to a kingdom lost.. Hail to a kingdom come.. To a kingdom gone, lost in time. In a time where the creed among people doesn't exist in any kind. At all. 

We will be forgotten, when these papers will be burned as the legends be become dust also forgotten in our heads. Crying to the skies, skies that are not blue, skies where red is the vengeance, the chakra of the denial of everything we pass. We pass in the last eras of war. The wars we lived, are gone now.  

I'm preaching as a mage slayer of denial, sounds like a farewell but it's not. It's a farewell to a someday gone. A farewell to cry, to return very soon as a higher feeling, a higher creed, a higher belief. 

Farewell. Farewell my King. Farewell m'Lord. I'm going to somewhere to become a feeling for all kingdom. 

Bow down! 

Bow down! 

What have we become? Now, we don't know who we are. As a society we have lost our lives, our life's as a reason to be a good feeling to live in a peace of nowhere. This room of nowhere it's a 2nd chance to live as good people. 

Crying upon the red skies, sometimes crying is something good, a good feeling as mankind to show how we are kindness also goodness among us. 

Counting in vertigo, counting numbers is acting like an unreal society where all are numbers. 

We are peaching a kingdom gone, a king with no throne. What is happening with us? 

Preaching a Hail to a king with no throne. A Hail to a king gone in time, preaching to a kingdom gone. 

Who've I become, who've I become when all have lost belief in something that's good, something healthy for us all. 

Hail to a lost king with no throne also no a crown in his head. Just an inspiration to live. 

It's not needed to cry upon this skies in red. It's not needed to read preaches also prayers in our heads. Sometimes, the kingdoms gone. Sometimes, the kings are gone, become in legends of dust. 

This feeling will be forgotten, will be dust how our kings of bathleron, cremtryia were gone and forgotten. 

Karlyn is a feeling, not a king of a kingdom gone. A feeling to remember how's life is good to be lived. Crying will not resolve our hearts, our demons, feelings that will be gone and gone. 

It feels great when we awoke up everyday with a new reason to live that day as the day is he last of our hearts. 

Love become a reason for everyday gone. This is a ghost feeling but it's there, inside our hearts. 

Cutting veins will be not the solution for our life gone. We need to become a feeling, a love for everyday. Everyday is a new day that will be never forgotten as the last life lived yesterday. 

A life lived yesterday will never be gone of our heads. We need to live life, need to breathe life as the last day gone. 

Farewell...farewell...

Ghosts inside of what. There's no 2nd chances even unforgiving impossible reasons. We are ghosts everyday. Ghosts for some, ghosts for others. Walking at the main streets of bathleron to be seen. 

Trying to hold on, something to hold on. We are sidewalkers, we are not alone. Just be something to be seen. We are not alone in these streets. 

I'm so mage walking alone. Never seen but always looked why this. I'm not treason even a fear i'm just inspiration for myself. Walking alone. Walking alone to become a ghost of nowhere. 

Creator made me but not loved. I'm so empty fullfilled with sadness. Suck creator for made me so alone in these streets. I wanted to be.. the Louis the mage slayer of everything touched on denial. 

Every time I speak, every time I open up the mouth dirt came and spoken as a vengeance untouchable mud words. Why my farewell is real? 

This is it. Calling everyone to near me to reach the preach rodes. Villains of farewell feelings. 

This is. This is my farewell, this the end nigh. I've became lost between the alleys. 

The feeling of the apocalypse heart broken. The noel will coexist even the lines to fix my broken heart. Purification the ghost heart. 

Why! Bow down! The Hail of the king lost and gone in time. Unforgettable mornings, desires hidden. Where am I going for this. 'cause I'm lost in pretending world. 

M'Lord the hornes of the war state are lost even when we lost faith the 2nd chances when their not exist in our open hearts. 

Farewell... I'll get in the chariots of Hell. MY meaningless life with no sense even common sense it's empty. Memories gone and gone forever. 

Hail the kingdom gone. Preaching to emptiness. 

Kingdom gone in our heads. Gone for god sake. Memories gone but will someday be stronger as my slivered heart. I don't wanna die as all, I want to be a legend not a farewell feeling. 

Look upon the skies, it's not anymore grey, the skies now can show the beautiful blue even the stars of our lives fullfil with our love. My memories someday will be forgotten. Memories forgotten and lost in somewhere, in a crushing bow down. 

I don' wanna die as our heroes that were forgotten for our societies already built and gone until today. 

Salvation, who will be my savior even I'm the salvation of myself. I don't wanna be forgotten to be a legend in dust as our ancestors. Some who is now in the stars and shine my everyday gone and will come as a reason to live. 

I don't wanna to pretend that's everything is fine. I am a ghost in something coming from our ancestors. 

I am a ghost in a ghost forbidden kingdom gone and gone. Farewell to this dream. Persons will not destroy it 'cause it's their soul and son too coming as a feeling inside heart of each one. 

Forgive me FATHER, where I'm belong. Somewhere I belong. Dust is for the betrayals of the kingdom gone. A kingdom gone and forgotten for each one. WE need kingdoms gone to preach for something to believe and for our son of the seventh son of seventh son as creed mind. 

Bow down! Why I'm preaching for a kingdom gone when I cannot feel the real word apart. 

It's a sanitarium loosing in each one. Listening voices and to learn how our lives need to live so apart. 

Listening voices where we need to learn to forgive, to learn how the beauty of ourselves it's to share. Voices in our heads it's getting more deeper and deeper. 

Am I losing sanity? Question sometimes lost and forgotten in somewhere. 

Try to remember how we live. Bow down! Don't preach for emptiness. Preach for something high, for something you need to have faith like to become a faithful person. 

Bow down! Take it down! 

I'm so afraid to become mud and dust. Afraid to be a person with nothing made in this rotted society. Where there's no free lunches. Don't be a whore life. Give meaning to it. 

Past gone and gone. Kingdoms gone with Kings come and gone. 

Running and breathing life is to give a reason for living in everyday gone. 

I woke up staring at a mirror. Staring for a body not well and beautiful but, beautiful inside. 

I don't give a care less but I care. I'm breathing yet after a hard beaten. I'm feeling so alive but with a horrible body but beautiful inside. I give a meaning for my life everyday. Yesterday gone.. yesterday