The knights in the manor swore not to defend its heinous trenches
And ensure liegemen lived off bound,
Vacuous feet bonded in perpetual shackles
"Knights tell your lord to decree their freedom "
"Who tell you our repressed title?We re liegemen waffling beneath knightshood in repression of squirearchy "
"Then who is your knight and the lord for your lordship amidst the squirrels and best bits and nines suggest otherwise?"atesmus weaved curved sword secured to broad sabretache
Over his shoulder as he drew his five bills sabretache to a pound to retrieve the location intelligence.
"Tumulus knight at maledectine would redress your entreaty."belched ejactamenta in the smothered sighs to the bonanza of no condescension of reprieve.
In the muse of enchidiron's,the gritty fabulous sabrerattlers winged as they winced
O the East forest path riding their wagons and saccadic saddle horses ,
Linen changed in small sabretaches of the tiger skin,
Saccharofarinaceous haversacks cuddled behind a repertoire of dried meat, hard-boiled eggs,
Appended to the sacharimertric saddle,with saddle horns, saddle blankets,
In such ample on a pinch for a good day meal,
Sloven frock ,jackets decked with sabretache and swords,
Indisputable habbit de court,waistcoats,crisscrossed to the north for the Tumulus manor house.
Defiance in safety numbers, there's .Their detest of pyrates consigned them to seas And not the clueless intendment to succour lushes for the sabotage and reconnaissance purport at alupluto's.
Then they came to Tumulus fortnightly and petition him for the redress and verboten of brutish lores.
"S'il vous plait for ye re the gods,Knaves on the preeminence, knights are no more the chivalrous saints of the public realm.Whence cometh the moult that we seeketh?"
"Maximus the sabora of trenchwarfare redress keenly your entreaties
And to our altercation on the matter of lordship realm and the knighthood custom That enforce perfidy,we ultimately berth consensus from assymetrical posits."
"Like seriously "
"Yeah we did.Recruit into the ilks though conscription is long forgotten "
"We regret this missing ribs".
"O Palasmus and atesmus oracle eulogized thee"Tumulus bantered
"Like seriously "atesmus schocked
"So we re intimated and ...."
"Initiation at my shrine shrink not today till dusk.Sit on the crouch."intoned with sachariferous grit.
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