"Thou art grandmaster of the poor the conscience of the people.Your valiant strides at abesi's was heard in the cities.May I plead thee to salvage the sinking boats at sarabesa's hoopla.The penury is written vividly in the streets and no one pays attention.Wars must be won and mutineers flushed out who had cornered farmland and freed the serfs in the hinterland.Poor laws at alupluto barely danced for them and poor houses for sarabesa's homeless yet to exist.We seek thee to mend the fences.When would altarboys and poor boxes cease to exist in the synagogues.Tame this evil in the spirit of thy cavalry sarabesa's too at thy mercy feet."
Had it ever pierce his joint for him to retort."Flekkon escort him into awareness at sarabesa's for the crisis report "
In the twinkling of an eye Flekkon team of same gangsters of four machupelahs in trembling marching foot ransacked sarabesa's with their sheats splashed across the shoulders.Marketplace was agog with state operative terror group and gone berserk and Flekkon once again a national hero under the grandmaster's call for state service.
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