manuscriptx
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Prometheus is the keeper of knowledge; the stolen jewel from his father contained a riddle that only Jesus knew. The silver lining was an understanding no one could comprehend. A fable for prestigious, a tall tale for tormented, in Greek's name the Lion Mythology is fire from within. Only for their use would the son of serpents dare dream from which nightmares are usually made. Make peace through the valley, show him you're much stronger than he is otherwise he'll blast you into the stardust that is outer space. Even if it is merely in vain, try. Try to talk, try to cheat his daring heart weak with plenty of sorrow. He didn't apologize, he never will. His father knows all too well the story of what lasts forever and a day will haunt him when everything is said and done.
Can he cheat destiny? Can he deprive others of their only last remaining hope, which is to break even? Can reap the benefits and everyone his last and only existence, the one remaining page that eludes him to this day?
Secret windows and magic compartments, shifting platelets, an unfathomable bloodline, unanimous discussions that always agree on pretty much nothing. Dirty underwear, white socks, cloudy Saturdays drenched in rain, apple cobbler during a Thanksgiving Day game, the basset hound looking off to the left, a small indication that this tale is done.
Can he cheat destiny? Can he deprive others of their only last remaining hope, which is to break even? Can reap the benefits and everyone his last and only existence, the one remaining page that eludes him to this day?
Secret windows and magic compartments, shifting platelets, an unfathomable bloodline, unanimous discussions that always agree on pretty much nothing. Dirty underwear, white socks, cloudy Saturdays drenched in rain, apple cobbler during a Thanksgiving Day game, the basset hound looking off to the left, a small indication that this tale is done.