Act one
Scene one
Enter Old grey beard and little maximus at the riverbank of abesi where he flashed in from bottom sea like a streak of lightning to braced him his future oddysey and apocalypse.
Let frigid moans strike them awry
Victory to all kith and kin his nemesis guarranteed
Where all fairs and fouls frangible karma exhume
And sloths at sea thought of climbing golden hills
Amidst the catapult of damp squib not groaned and slaughtered at the abbatoir
To grace the Sabbath of golden Nirvana
With artless ease beyond the sinecure of smash hit
How come catapult in the crystal riverbank come to the forest of escapades to abhor its solitary abhor and lonely walk to Jerusalem
There still at the golden hills frequented by queen preparedness at the golden valley bedevilled with the spirit of sloths and indolence
To wail in vain vicissitudes in their vicinages as insurmountable apostels of mount Olympus
Let the tutelage of thy mother's pearls be not unbind thy belly aches at thy broken navel
To perceive all adventures as meaningless cramps
And all human strives fair or foul maketh them exhaust as nothing but nihilistic strides
Against the fading sun o that fading sun when the twilight is gone and bestial plight ascends the cavalier mode
The embodiment of knights and knight errants in the jeopardy of insulable foolhardies and caveat let your be be persistent calf.
Little maximus
How shall I avail myself from the monk wherein my mother was at loggerhead?
Old grey beard
Thy karma shall not spare thee fair or foul
where expedition of oddysey cannot be unavoided
She shalt not remorse her repugnant odium to the monk's wishes
To avail you to quit at quitter's Pall for the long walk of destiny.
Her muzzling boxes of oaths are passed and karma in the sorcery of theft impugned smothers her conscience to subscribe to thy oddysey.
Pyrates at your nuance and to pyrates and pyrates' boil shalt thy creeds be lured
For this immaculate mission for the salvation of abesi's impoverished realm.
Knights come in gross and elope in dross of gores
None whatsoever ever save thy clime and unborn monastery for the hoodlums and the boots of squirearchy, liegemen and fifth columnists
Trade thy arts with those ignobles of nefarious valleys in nefarious ados
For better mastery and unleash them trenchwarfare unquenched mar at fallen dusk.
Go in earnest and preparedness in warfare sealed thy fate.
If you are armed to do destiny billings then be armed to do so in the spurious deny of mischief to do this biddings,the bliss of lost earthlings.
Enters aristobroth to inform old greybeard the flurry of city rampages.
Aristobroth
O my most holy greybeard the mouth of probity and the justice mandate of the lion king and mothernature
what shall we do with bandits again?
The bazaars and villatic grocers groan under yoke of remorseless infernos
Monarchy a conspicuous abettor of injustice
They came in gross and go in loots
(He adjusts his shirt,weeps and wipe his cheeks with bandana)
Old greybeard
O sorcery of man not the sorcery of mothernature
You who hears and acts without the aids of mortals and mortal craven images
Hear the charms of the winds,the seas,lands and your imponderable Cosmos
Let evils run their course and now it goes to exit
As the due of heavens falls like karma to run its due course .
Let it run full course and justice at set time and justice at peacetime be magic wand
And be justice at the battlefield who stakes retribution as the recompense
For every ass of ados.
(Aristobroth the messenger of evil and good deeds departs his presence in smokes)
Little Maximus
Heartless men defy the laws of gravity
Arbiters of chaos in sheep's clothing
Defiance of sanity and opulent merchants of ambiguous merchandise
Do they proliferate by ointment of lucre or fetish balm or sorcery that metropolis may sallow and brink to demise?
Old grey beard
Why shallowest nature under rubric of mothernature's influence frequent dualism?
Not for thy prior suggest but for unravel bellies of mortal necrosis and unveil the pristine prejudice of mankind.
Did mother nature not enjoin nature to crave sloths of evil to twerk her fate?
Has not slap of evil prime investment of time to lure empiricism of good from the boodles of mortal and bombard wights with duress of evil teases that the true colors of navel be unveiled?
Not a prime unction of opulent good ever feasible in the atrophy of its foundry,the mortar and the golden pestle with which a substance of atom unleashes the kernel of ontology.
They can bicker mothernature should they wish
but any protestation by supernature and nature
at this benign point is unquenchably over
That is fait accompli undeniably for all time
Does good ever exist without the Cosmos of evil?
Does their bicker ever teases the mainstream without natural evolution?
Of course undeniably nope evanesce at this guileful neglect of verity by homosapiens
Thou shalt swear me an oath not to forget me an oath
To preserve this verity in the most distant posterity
Little Maximus
Yes my Lord I swear but what shall I say to renege
Your clairvoyance and shall I not call it a sacrilege ?
My Lord why not good to pay evil?
Shall we not be at peace to holify our conscience with this axiom?
Old grey beard
Never!
Men bruise not with remorse and not an iota of sacrifice ever reap bountifully
And it's a myth to get them penitence
And they those who repay good evil for good
Not much pristine rewards and censure
dashes them immanent but unassailable goods
To knock them off with bestiality for evil
And lo the victor repays on leapfroging
victoriously
from the trenches repay good for evil
To treat them as no Victor no vanquished
But behold with occasional censure of precision aggression at selected times
The aggressors barely remorse from aggression
Until karma pushes them to remorse at the their immanent defeats.
See the squirearchy, fifth columnists from the north country
pothered stunts of the liegemen and abetters of bandits
You shall grow up in the pyrates and bandit playgrounds
And face the dilemma in the land.
Little Maximus
Let me say old greybeard who oppresses the liegemen?
Old grey beard
The squirearchy and their acolytes pyrates in their pyramid cells from the north country
You re commissioned to infiltrate the pyramid cells
Imbibe pyrates and bandits in the illusion of impregnability
(Little Maximus this begun from a golden boy bardesquely penhopping treachery took the spirit of aristobroth to exhume storied and defend Justice)
Come to me and swear to defend it so
Little Maximus
I swear to defend it so
Plead that your spirit may follow me!
Old grey beard
I swear to do so but not jealous of fellow patriots who might be king's before you
As long as you keep your fight on thou
Shall surely be king and make forays in your new nation as hereditary monarchy.
Little Maximus
How shall I know who wince as auxiliaries?
Old grey beard
Feast with liegemen and vassalage to know thy plight.
Hinder them those who hinder this objective muse
Men delights in vanity delight in vain and those vains consume them.
This cradled pain from vain vicissitudes
Bestow them they on the metropolis
pulses and tremors that become pains of a nation
They write the pain book to publish vanities of falsehood
All generation after them seek the darkness of falsehood
And beseech them earnestly as holy grail
Their vain grows dark from the darkness of falsehood into unquenchable pain of successive generation
Whose bemoan and exit demise plainly chiseled
By fixing burnish upon unfairest plows
Clinging to distant gales and heinous palms
Neglected heaven's glorious sun that detest saucy looks of insolent eyes
To give dim light for cluelessness for those who walk with ambiguous steps.
(Aristobroth Oladele returns but with good tidings this time)
Aristobroth:My Lord I bring you good tidings this time around.
Old grey beard:I know what is it this time around
Aristobroth Oladele:The grocers jubilant in the market squares
They caroled the novel boom and splashes tithed bounties on sacerdotals and fellow peasants
(At vanishing point of hazy smokes vamoosed again.)
Little maximus
My Lord's he brought bad and good news
I marvel at his unyielding composure.
Old grey beard
The stale news not brokered alone without bad news and rumors of good news
Give thee little bad and good news
Not once a dint of good news without prior bad newest
Someday stales turn to good news and to those whose guard are down
Good news could indeed truly turn stale news
Barely false the eyesight and eyebrows that seek bad news
To those fatalists that seek the coupon bad news
Freaking theft of visionary epilepsis eclipsed by staunch little forays
Shining lights in continuos plodders with
sunk belows
As good and bad news from north country
surcharged with no multiplier effects
turns stale news in your navel
And those who walk the lonely walk of freedom
walk in vain where vanity brokers the darkness of falsehood
Does it not seem a treason to treason the treachery and perfidy of dreams?
Then good arts might be forced to avert all good proceedings and intensive breedings
Aristobroth the messenger weeds the corn threshes the wheat and still this asymmetry of stale news
For there's nothing in bad news and good news
than the assymetrical treachery of stale news
To pother the beautiful dreams of golden hills
Regardless of the stales in the stalemate,the springs spring the spring tides at his summer house
There is nothing like stale news behind good news and above bad news
Does it bring you good tidings?Oh you celebrate good news
But in real terms the infants at home barely calf nor roost
Thy home shalt be far away from good news turn stale news
than for bad news turn stale news
Proudest summer fanfaronades that burst
beneath singing birds
That rebuked their singing summer to sing
Why should they not joy in a productive stale news
Nor the abortive births of good news heave any sigh of relief?
May your benefices grow like each substance in season grows?
So not to guile let not my good news turn stale news.
Little Maximus
So my Lord not only do I swear to abide by your wishes
But stay forever in your court of justice and equity
The mission alarm altar boy of no means.
Old grey beard
Worry not when anxieties barely worry itself
But worry to the pleadings that no renegade of homosapiens shalt come betwixt you and the vision
Your grievous penalty to pay and indeed sworn to repay
Who devised this blight of penalty to fright the pleadings of golden hills?
Necessity will make us glamorous foresakes
As a thousand times roses beneath a million times roses
Little Maximus
Did you not mention my rival patriots in the battle?
Old greybeard
Here comes Tumulus your close ally and both endeared with golden destiny of royalty
Never grow jealousy with unbridled rivalry with Sullivan's travels
In the grand fights of bees and wasps
To frighten pyrates away from the embankments
At your service they belabour for general good.
Then thou shalt capture alien's lands in grand style
Not encroached with the golden ovation of sweet victories of Sullivan's travels
A lustre of battlefield's brilliance spurred
By its sweet crimson jubilation emboldened alien conquest in the north countries.
Shortly thereafter abesi a sovereign grace
From alupluto's in rattle headed embrace
enthrones thee.
Enter again Aristobroth Oladele with bad news
Aristobroth: the forest of alupluto fell again to the pyrates in aftermath of prior dislodge.
Old grey beard: Alupluto besieged?
Aristobroth:No my Lord
Gallantly bouncing on the horse back vanished into the embattled forest
Old grey beard
Alupluto's would soon be besieged
And someday thy oddysey would soon begins
They exit riverbank into the country house.
Scene 2
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