Ekron Realms #10

The wisdom came to the streets meting the rage of the weakest link. The silence came as cancer.
Dystopia. Dystopia. The weaker is falling. The requirements gone and vanished.

• Where have we been? Where have we been? Liars are dying. Vanquished assorted. The lie came to be undone.

• Here we go again. Dystopia. The kingdom is dying. Discrimination is problem. No silent mute no one cares. It hurts a lot. It won’t never dies. Another hive over these eyes. Obliteration of the hungers. Classic song to be sung.

No immortal masks, we are the undead into the grave, fatal illusion. Fatal illusion. These songs to be sung over the echoes of the tides, fatal ones emerging on the streets over the final war. Another storm, one life to be hatred into deeply inside. No more fences of the revenge. The illusion is one of the beauty trojan horse of this beautiful morning. No one is safe. Clicking on the edge.
Warnings to be warned. Measures mocking up on the mockingbird course of them lives. Deepest gates, silence blinding over the engulfing sadness. No one is here. The bursting vile is killing us from inside.
No one is safe, the cull to be summoned. Here it lies the beneath unspoken words, those words to be autumn.
No one is closer of death, our lives are marching to a purpose. She doesn’t want, she doesn’t know, we are in love on a sleeping touch. Penetrating deeply. It’s on a life. These words are a spiral of a weapon. She needs to know, she needs to know. I want to deliver through the spells of wisdom release wisdom on an act of fate.

There’s no a point of return. Here we shall on unto fears. There’s no escape. I know to be envy, I gotta know to see the end of the brave, penetrating deeper. Ahead on a smith wisdom.

I know, I came to this. We are hell with different eyes being on sight, it’s me and you on a clashing disaster. Coming to this. We learnt the dream is dying. Yes, I am. These crawling spirals are hunting me over the fears.

This hell is hunting me, where have I been? Where have I been? The dreams are echoing in spiral times. These echoes are the immortality unspoken pain words. I am ashamed to conceal. No shine on my face. When you cry my autumn is dying, when you crawl no more words to be darkness.

So many secrets to be kept inside, do you need to hesitate, the dark sun is coming, one by one, one by one. The secrecy of your sleeping dream is under grace on my body.

When you are sleeping, my heart is dying in so many ways, I am afraid of the shadows, when you march on a fake stage, my sun is not active no more. These shadows are dying.

The echoes of the engulfing stage are dying, I need help. No more watching. Are you awake? Those persons are untrue, listen to me, stare at me. I have the solution for the emptiness. Look’s who talking. No more blackness suns, it’s free. Gimme a dose of wisdom. I am the wisdom who you couldn’t assist. Back to the mocking face, concealed over the flesh. Never stopped me. Obliteration looked at me over the sights. I cannot see clearly.

Mindset obliteration, I cannot see clearly. Look at you. I am you. I am the fallen, the obliteration. Who’s talking. Rotting in vein. I will rolled over and engulfing the tides of wisdom.

• Where have you been my son? You are not the fallen Dameon. You are our son. A son of Ekron. No more tears to be shedded.

• Dameon you are our beloved son, our King of our Realm. These tears are not engulfing the oceans even the sands. The beloved to be “in grazie”. Woke up son,, you are having a hesitation nightmare.
  A legacy fulfilled of stages to change the echoes. Another day, another love to be loved. There’s nothing to be lose. A legacy to fight the engulfed enemies without an agenda of purposes.
  The masters of the same, will die in eternity.

• No more sights, in 69 eyes are getting far. Those destinies are echoing the clashing ground, you are perfect. No bloody perfect, everybody knows. Opposed from the sights. You are wisdom. You made me sick. Don’t you know, who am I? Everybody knows I am the King. Bloody perfect, everybody knows. I am unto unto others. No unspoken fears and words off the sight.

• These houses are falling on a forgotten sin, a sin to be pitched. No one is perfect, everybody knows. You look so handsome. You are our son. You have one lifetime to show who you are. This is our last hope over the light set it on fire. Come on to this, please Dameon. Woke up. You are the strongest man than we are. C’mon. C’mon.

• This is a cancer weakest link. A taste of blood, a final act. I am the Dameon son, a Ekron link. Who am I? I have been so lost in deep for ages. A final act, busting into death. The weakest link ofr the greater moments. A clashing titans a new obliteration, the Messiah falls into a new maze of doors. A new incoming of vultures, clock us out, a deadly strike, the Realm is under siege. A final act as an immortal. An immortal trying to achieve the forever eternal life.

• I came to this, a final urgent scream. Do you know me? I cannot hurt you, in a dying act. Suppress what you see, I am not def after what have you done, inside our own heads. To these answers no lies. The fallen came. Realm is dying. Dystopia. Dystopia. Do you know, you cannot hurt me? I am inside on a street preaching with na immortal master thought. The end will be aroused. You must kill the cancer. I am the fallen. Dystopia. The realm is mine, I am an Ekron faith man. C’mon.

• The weakest link is dying. Men lost their beliefs, came, come with me, I will teach you to regain faith. I am Faith, the faith within. The Realm is not dead yet, it’s being built.

The trees are dying, the oceans are burning out. The engulfing sands are coming to on us. The whispering vows are coming and becoming undead. Will this overwhelmed? As we came to Gaia as breed. The lost hope has a new key, a new word to be triggered. The will is coming to on us, the cracking sky is now a pale grey stream. The reset problem didn’t worked.

These vows came to a vile to be cleared, those bodies have been heard. Night after night as an act of treason and betrayal. The high sky is covering us over the blood of the hands men. Collapsing on echo of freedom.

• You are my savior. C’mon, lemme go away. These shadows are hunting me from inside. Cut the ropes of a slipknot tight loose. Are you ready to achieve? These hunting demons are the shallow graveyard. There’s no see no light. Are you engaging the will?

• These demons are hunting me. The shadows within are echoing on tides very strict.

• The in veritae in lokus came. The symptoms are echoing on the tides of the losing hope.
  These imitation puppets powering infiltrators. The death echoing over the times, a new legacy being ruined, enemies over so many stages. Another bliss of history, echoing on the legacy echoed over enemies. A new agenda of traumas perfect to be sanitized. Another same. The perfect plan another alibi spoken on the storms. No vengeance no more illusions. Inside out spoken. No more pulse for the brave. Another brave breathe. Prospects echoing. I told you mom, I am a star shining. Who do you bliss? Another mother sound into the ground. You are so perfect, another Emperor. A new Empire to be achieved. To get another call lying on the echoes. You are so perfect dad. You are my Emperor. So perfect in so many ways. Anybody knows.

• These spirals of tears, one moment of treason, watching to bleed. The clocks out. The feathers of the lost wings are coming. I need to proof myself a new light. One clock to defeat, over these battle war-fields. The bite came, I need to proof myself how I sat the fire. Who am I? Who am I?

-These wars came to achieve. These losing tides are losing hope. I need to proof the rapture bliss of waves. Another lights to be enlighten.