Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A deed so true Micheal Angel Hello

I see thee Feinin

Feinin had finished his work, the camera indeed was faulty knowingly by them so sneaky that he told a lie. God said no, not with this blog, it going to test them to see either he could forge ahead. Infinity is like no one, it grabs you by the hand and passes God over to spirits who dream of this planet called earth. Feinin has already passed, his soul had resisted the temptation to look around when he is praying for the writing to reach some sort of devotion. God answered by saying this. What you feel here is measured by sadness and contempt.

The days ahead were lonely, Schiller kissed him so he could begin his quest, reaching the heavens with such warmth that her power captivated the world not as his, but as caring. Feinin's body ached, it wasted no time in starting to manifest strength. In his blood, the substance jumped causing chaos, cutting the war over obedience.

The albino dolphin wept, she was appalled that the lies spread over the week ahead made a mockery of Schiller.
Who could imagine the writer would cause the World the listen. I knew him very well, they worked so well on projects like this....To my astonishment, her house project touched the spirit in believing it was truly over...God bless them all. So what, I never felt such duty as with her art, I must rethink my goals....

The art, Arty Nose loves is not yours, but his ability to dream big, bigger,vast beyond one's comprehension. Feinin got it first, he toppled, the arrogance of people whose purpose was to set rules pertaining to them. Frighting, the Mighty Force could destroy anything in its path, Feinin knew of this,
Arty Nose laughed..."what a brilliant guy".

Friedrich sensed this life had developed into a fascinating adventure, he could live in moments the history books could not foretell. Like the Pharaoh Feinin had love, his presence was overwhelming. Schiller was not ready to enjoy them as he would have wished.
It happened as it was planned, the project was over, but it began to rise to a tower that spelled doom to all that failed to see. This was a beginning to dive into the thought that Schiller was dead, but alive somehow. Arty Nose smiled at his teachings, he was approached by three powerful words. LET THEM BOW. They was shocked by the language, one president collapsed.I took just one still to end it finally, dead, forgotten. Remember this moment.

Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be

Liars lairs, Arty Nose explained, he told them both to dream so far from what was there. One can't imagine, it took a gift from me to change it around. Today, in the minds of fellow man, Schiller's name began to appear. In the post acording to the prophetical text Feinin was greater that would be expected, his tone they wondered was too real to be dismissed.

Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be.

Feinin was injured, he had make a commitment to end his blog, so Arty Nose increased his power, he began to encourage others to wish like Friedrich, the time has begun to end these studies. Feinin had bowed so effortlessly, to the world so confused. He read the news that the King has returned. Diamonds are a gift, look ahead at the Mighty Force, you took its path, changed the eons. Beauty, sleep until I reach the land what waits, talk never of this so they say in times of the Bible.

Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be

Feinin was abruptly warned, he was chosen to fight whether he knew then the greatest
En-Jour-Nies compelled him to think. This was not a dream. they knew every step which would complete him to the New World. Genius, he stood by himself to figure out what to do?

In the next century, Feinin was praised, this words spoken so long ago stood up as a testament that he was chosen. The times were less fueled by money, it was drugs that captured the minds of people. Arty Nose had worried, his power was to ensure his life was thought of. She fell in love, all over again. She was loyal, she talked in words so strange, that artists looked upon the stars to dream. They touched the human spirit, the glory that love could mend the World sicken by parasites. Art is not it, believe it, was FASHION to rip a power so unique that Schiller praised him from a far.
Love what tedious it seeks to those who are forgotten, they too call its name.

Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be

The Mammoth of Time called for the king, Schiller to step away from his light, it was necessary to begin a life only geniuses would fill.

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