| The gestation of our mullings have found climax in the days of late.
The incubation of our musings shall hence form in days of their
prenatal throws.
A sacrifice.
I fear now that in what we see in the times to be, our terror will
redden the land. Their terror will redden the sky. His terror will
redden the inner.
God only knows.
On point I am submitted.
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Me name's Beldwin Minor. I be's da shrewd wikkle feddow oo lives under
the Barrelowby Tree in the land of Diminis, seventh in the clan of
Minor, seventh son of Deffy Minor. My seventh son, Pulk, will become
the first to host the clan's avatar known as the Octave Muud Minor.
Pulk will be born soon. He will save our people from the oppression of
the Happier clan and their ruling Octave of Fitter. When Muud is
reincarnated in Pulk, Pulk alone will stand in the dark and free our
civilization from the confines of the curse placed upon it. Time will
be ours to wield as we Muse upon all thee in thine attempts to shine as
stars in Zeus' sky, to glow as deep blue in the shade of the moon,
pearls in Poseidon's abysmal sea.
...Love,
Beldwin
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