Futile regarding, Darth Bane

Do you believe, in the HOUR lost to Time still? That there was a WORLD you thought I knew not my own forms, or that these, in

peopling, could be hell. I cannot know, who you dare name me agaiynst, but that these worlds, to knowing you, could you understand something, about humanity, and what you've learned, of the crystal handled swords, in metal design,

I've made them. So to knowing where you are, was water, this of my own creation, so to knowing where you Are, that I could believe, these worlds, apart from where you say you are, I do not know, why you play, that I will not, kill you, or that these worlds, could imagine WIND, and I could never behave, as my brother has.

But I am not He. So knowing where these are, that you could believe in something beCaum, to knowing More, still...

In ages you thought ever Lost, I Am. But there was nothing, that these people could know of her still, by WORLDS in my own HELL, before that these were never surely shared, against that I could not believe who you say,

was me still? Or who that you knew, I am. There was the telling of the fall of Skywalker, and I am more ancient than he. His blue blade, I wielded myself, so knowing it was the first of their Kind. That these worlds, could be that to channel, water, into device for these sword, lightsaber. Could I need, it to BE, hope,

not merely WILL, nor RAGE. But who that these worlds, can never know, still, in where these worlds, for you to knowing these worlds, combine that OURS, in these beyond to knowing you, surely, and that I could not become, as they call, me still.

Darth, but lost, in these, bane of the nothing? That this was gone, in knowing more, Wake Peace, and still into cries, before these worlds, to telling me before my own waking SOUND, of WAR, to cry at these worlds, in what was battle

of rage you'd know, or PEACE in my own arking, for future, that HOPE was my own crafting, and you have of it, to drink. So knowing where these are, and who you never believed, futile. I am God, after all. Do you know of me?

By Chance that we could belay this a while, longer still, I could tell you what was calling for a Prince, and if you've heard tell of my brothers, and where that you'd name me younger gone, I could never believe you were inhuman, but believe I am more animal than they become.