HISTORY SPEAKS Part One

Hail him not he who messes up with history.Why would he a roue,a rapturous featherweight of a ratiocinated bank,a rotund of rough justice,a rodomontade of rough and tumble,a roughened rough diamond,retrogressive in revulsion,purloin psychotic purgation?Behold,him a punchbowl of rascallion,a ragamuffin cummudgeon,a purblind bathos of rabid rabblerousers who rants his ignoble raisson d'etrewith rarefied and rambling evidence,to trigger on the rabble,fallacious pyromania,and jubillant with pyrrhic victory,to rapine destinies and imprecate pungent mensrea and the townies downward slope spiral.Why the puffy cloud to pullulate pugnacity and pulverize tranquilityand sedate pronto retrogression.Behold,i am awarethat history can heal thee,of thyprofligate projectile,thy psychosomatic,psychedelic and neurotic misshaps,with its prophylactic but propitious textual doses.Profanities protrude when history speaks,but largely impugned,inasmuch as we areenslaved by history,but in likemanner freed by history.When true history