Not A Significant Source Of Calories From Fat
Compromised by urges and leaks, I leap into the spicy knick-knack wind.
They want another hour, they want for me to wait, wait until mission is complete.
I cannot wait, I cannot contemplate the eternity in just one minute more ...
I decided I did not want my child to grow up without a father, to wonder what he was like.
There should be no child weeping in the darkness, no child with incomplete life,
but others had no such concerns. They demanded action.
They would come to attack me with all they possess, guns, bombs, fearsome weapons, sporks.
I would be ready. My plan proven secure and well-founded. But time is short.
The hills approaching Mal Kacinar are tortured, the paths steepen and twist into mist-shrouded woods, forests of the anxiety and fore-bode-ingness. The way we all came, from Truls, was hidden at first by gray dawn skies, only lit by most feeble rays of sunrise. We marched on, determined.
But now, it is time. Is action. Is destiny. Is for future of child, future of village, future of many who sleep, even now unaware of events. Let them sleep, we are ready. We, too, have sporks.
They want another hour, they want for me to wait, wait until mission is complete.
I cannot wait, I cannot contemplate the eternity in just one minute more ...
I decided I did not want my child to grow up without a father, to wonder what he was like.
There should be no child weeping in the darkness, no child with incomplete life,
but others had no such concerns. They demanded action.
They would come to attack me with all they possess, guns, bombs, fearsome weapons, sporks.
I would be ready. My plan proven secure and well-founded. But time is short.
The hills approaching Mal Kacinar are tortured, the paths steepen and twist into mist-shrouded woods, forests of the anxiety and fore-bode-ingness. The way we all came, from Truls, was hidden at first by gray dawn skies, only lit by most feeble rays of sunrise. We marched on, determined.
But now, it is time. Is action. Is destiny. Is for future of child, future of village, future of many who sleep, even now unaware of events. Let them sleep, we are ready. We, too, have sporks.