I can't find my way for the road i walk looks dark and clouded. I trudge forward praying that the path i travel is the correct way. When I get to my destination I hope it is the place of plactitude I am searching for for if I have faultered along the way my mistake could be extremely detrimental. Only time will reveal if my course has been correct and as I approach the position of of procedural procedure I am filled with doubt and uncertainty. If I have calculated my course correctly the realm will manifest itself to everything of my beckoning and if I have mistepped then only god knows.

Either we reighn or die trying. Today is a plausible event of events that comes to the continuem of continuems from an eratical erratic of erratics. There is a place of procedural procedure that lies within the merryful merriness of merritinial merretinualium of matenerialis. If we can't conquer the realm then we have unrealisticaly realized the gain of unrealization.

Life is an oppurtunist oppurtunity for the opposition. Remember the truth that is a fateful fate bestowed upon us. The longer and harder you oppose us the harsher the reality of sentiment will feel. In order to lighten the burdens bestowed upon us we will ensurely burden you with burdens of your own. Relent before you no longer have a relenting position to do so. I feel your optimistic ways are far none to opptomistic. You flaggle and find your way through the darkness and bring forth with it your reptwaire of distain.  I distain you as much as you distain me and my followers. I will defeat all who stand in my way.