merlin & ekron by Pedro Dias Vicente (good books for high schoolers .txt) 📕

I felt though my eternal mourning

looking inside my heart shining

i'm the one who cares

in the eternal night, in the eternal fight

I'm looking for Amorth the Elder of the Yellow light

i'm death nearby and passed near

i felt through the night

shined by a suicidal cerimony of the virgin

i will sacrifice the virgin eternal smile

I'm Amorth Elder of The Yellow Light and the eternal dark alliance

I will save You

I'm not yours anymore my sweet love breaker...

This track was written by a singer of the Yellow light with bipolarity symptoms.

The person freaked out at asylum of Arcana. Singer not revealed kept unknown.

Louis the mage slayer

epilogue:

We are at the new dawn of bathleron. Now we can see...

The beginning of a new era...

A new strike, a new reason to live...

Is this a new belief?

Asking others, asking among living persons...

This is the story of the mage of the royalty family, is it?

Bathleron a new city built upon of a lost city, already forgotten among Lisbon.

Bathleron is built as a common sense as a city built to give a new light among the underground persons.

We are.. Are we... Are we living a new.. Upon a new belief?

Let's find out....

1st Chapter

We are at 1500 bc.

God is a no sensor of reason as we prayed as we wished upon a new belief. 

Came from the skies, came from nowhere a new God, a new reason to live. 

Is this Goddess belief? Is this a new religion for all? It's forbidden o find out. 

There's no GOD, there's no creed. There's a persons belief. 

The persons started a new creed after the wars of an era of unbelievable and denial of all unique sense of GOD. We all came to start on believing the elder creed. 

There's no pity, there's no creed just a new way of belief. A belief of believe on common sense. 

In due of technology lost in time... We found out how to build machinery also intelligent machinery too fast with the components resident on the dirt of our Terra. 

We've learned how to do it also found out how to improve the knowledge for centuries. 

Are we alive? Are we ok? Are we ok?  

In our era, a new era of machinima... We found out how to build submarines, machine guns, rail shockwave guns also a new technology called 1984 social network. This social network is a new way of persuit persons on denial on technology. The government of Bathleron is a regime disguise as kingdom as a hidden royalty regime. 

With 1984 the government can and have power to do the pursuit of all minds against technology like machinima tech like the persons robot disguise. 

We've crawled between walls. There's no beliefs, there's no witch haunts but they exist.

This is a story about Louis, a 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