Passion, on philosophy by Honiker, the great

Or that we could know about a love for life in some sort of semblance, for bravery, we could hev this mire, and share forgotten literatures, for that this was hope in all tu witnessingk, but that I hev pessions, but these, for sharrow uv likingk, and brave, but got was hell, and like, but shaur, and live, or that this was gone for, and know so knowing of was taking ever after this life in grant but that this was battle to knowing and coming back in her her form or that my body could be knowing what you wouldn’t just want for shelter but to come again and know me in ours that Force was granted but that knowing more inside of these halls was all in passion for that this was what we pray in for Love, but this was all that we could have about a universe ov, another world hoping what we couldn’t have to be free, of still in all that this was not a world you’d hated with me, but that I knew you and I knew about the body of her, but that I couldn’t know what sex could be in what you were for her, but that this wasn’t what a female could be learning that I wasn’t but you, and you could have a knowing still and knowing what I could do, or that you, know, I could wonder what sorts of passions girls have for one another but girl I am not when female uv it, you mean, and the word female isn’t one I tolerate but that you could know boys say girl, of different ways, for that we had a world I was in once, that this was gone from ours in universe pain, but that the torture they could fathom into our only set uv godly havens for that this was what we shouldn’t regard, but that this life, could be more, and that we could never know any females, for most start ways, that this was kept about a backwards hell, or that we could change battle, and know, form, but that I was in pain and you could be never once in the pleasure I had not given to you if it was from me, but that yours was her, hearing, that I have never been mistaken for Sith passions for that Sith, they need name me because I know Love, and that I was afraid, and killer be killed could be the sound I’d heard of what you could name about a world I knew in, or does, but that I could listen in these worlds uv intuition, but scream in dire agonies and that this was hell beyond all your human measure to perceive, for worst among you, have I been tortured, but this was my walk of the shadow of valleys of death that I could bring about the greatest wrecking of mountains, from this passion, or that I could need shadow still, among my courage, for that this was hidden from love, or theirs in high regard? Not so that you could call her, ancient mark, in what is or was, but that you had what was gone alive in Honiker’s hell and that this was a name of danger for my own name do they still call for, in Sith hells, but there that I was Darth Vader, and it was a sound I did make, but knowing what you could of that these were passions, I could be a child and want to be a child, and am, but that you know nothing of these braveries, against me, could you know that I could be dead, and standing, or walking, did you know, and that dead in hearts or muscle to fathom or love that you could regard me in a world where whoever did not exist, was not there to love you in passion, and that no body of hers, the Amidala queen, touchéd me, but that this was of flesh, but that I could touch myself and did so, surely, that she could sing about her own hearts, where We and Our, meant the people she loved and she loved who she chose to, and she was shrouded in darkness for that her father knew it well but this was not what the Sith orders could name, the dark side of the Force, for that was of my own invent from what I myself knew of shadow, and illusion, or hatreds, but that there was impossibility, in sending once, a jedi out to hells to extract, or sabotage, for there that you were beatiful to behold and beauty reeked of power, so surely could I invent a mantle as a boy Sith, Darth Vader, still, that one day my son would wear in mantled black when well steeped, in secret, the sick had become, and so sick he never was, and Sith, he never was called for there that many orders of shadow, and wraith unique, had shown among us and that Darth was a broken word, for evil, for that I am good, and the sound was new and fell back, in time, for that they dreamed of my legends and my son’s, but that this was more in a regard you could know me of that I was great, and so hated, or loved, or known, and regarded at all these were, in power, but that it was my yellow lighted sword people could know me by and that you could wonder where the yellow crystals could be, by, but that ours was this mark of orderings and that once a Sith did make, some, but that he, my son, was never called Sith for that Darth, was a name by then, and many darkness users, are evil, but there that black is a color, and as these jedi here, know, colors are of Our worlds, and Our lives, so that this was hatred I could bare at you, and helm that it was, design a grimace never once, but for that you knew nothing, of the dark side, of the Force, in my own presences, but your challenge to fool my world, and hate my sons, has been nothing if not agony to me for that hatred itself, is curse against the good, and good, they all always have been, But I, made, Dromund Kaas, and that this was once called Korriban, for there that I tore the planet of monsters grown, for theirs in klor slugs, asunder torn, life against, and brought Back to shellow remorse, or ferr, but louking out, and hating all that you are, could challenge your graces, and believe that no son of mine could have been what I was like, in fear, d’you think? I needed for fear to cloak him and so that you could know sounds, could you know what a dinosaur is, and that tyrannosaurus, means, and that Anakin the Sky Walker, is, my son, and that I did design this planet they’d let animal life regard in, or that you could know I have more Force for good, than you could have imagined, but that he could change his form to all regards into most godly designs, could you know this was the breed of the tyrannosaurus rex, and that your world was chastened for him that he bore his color of black skin, and yellow eyes, with black iris, at his birth, and lizard tail, surely, was he raptor, and most elite among the dinosaur, of all, but that this was his own regarding and Anakin, I call him still, but your worlds could believe nothing of my own hatreds, or nothing, of my own hell, for that he was hated, and your depictions, retarded, but that this was gone in what he is to youth, and forces wept for, but that he is a warrior set against all hell and that I could believe in his bravery, and at the least, heal his own scars and protect what he could be, if called Sith, he ever would be, so hand of the emperor he was not, called, he was Darth Vader, so Sith, he was never called, he is, Darth Vader, and I have no name my son shelters me from not, or there that you could know he has brothers, but there that I did, so, forge his soul, or did you think human animals of archaic, advanced force in orange matrimony, could just, show up, at my luck, in a dinosaur egg that was dead or would have been, had it not already, been that my actions to obtain it from caveside, were so sure, that it was, the only living egg in that molde, so theirs shared, I could know nothing of what you are, or challenge what is, to what we, are, but hold what was in your own designs, and know that this was passionate love, for my baby boy, and that I could think, to create another soul who could create, was by this greatest passion, though ancient she is still, more ancient am I, than even Padmé’s own father; a god, so could you mark that black was a matrix of desing, shadow, is, or like you have of me, or theirs, that once properly he was my student, but that I taught him, this avatar state, and that he could achieve this perfection, in cod, for that there was this daughter, he had forbidden himself not, to have, but that we of these elder gods, could wonder what you make of us, when none yet challenge, what I am, but there your point was missed, by some longer shot, and knowing at least that it was the hope of all lovers, to have a child they had made themselves, but there that I did not, not, see, that I could be doom’d to die forever, so if not for this woman, in my dreams all, I could hear sing, to these universe, invent his soul, forge, his existence, I never could have done and so Amidala is the Sky Walker’s mother, and lover, surely, but that there was passion between, maybe all boys in Love, some day, but more like so set, it’s not like some haven’t forbid themselves from beingk boys ever at all, and do, but that they are broken on the scripture for it for that I could be an ancient child, still, and worlds of these reckonings I could mark your heritage as my own but that Anakin the Skywalker was jedi, always, and famed, for being so, so surely there his heritage was marked out, to protect our friends, and that you could know nothing of my own sister, Androumeda, but that violet light was of her own invent, and I could shelter you agaiyn, for looking at what I could claim, but that we are of, the most passionate for that we have no fear of our own hatreds, making we, what many call, sith, but what is, sickness incarnated, and I move now, even still, to banish two souls, of all you could know about, may be, or theirs, but that these two have Force, are in, God, but they have betrayed our order so profoundly in evil that they needs be taken from our elements all, so when seven rays at origin, and nine, at this, a mark, could define what ‘universe’ means, know that these two souls who are my enemies, always, have Love, still, and Song, in their hearts, though it is recessed to deeply and gods being what they are, one has unmade himself, as one, so that surely sickness he can intake, now, so that a plague and god breaker, he could become; for this was power, no? Shared that he could hate me and so I will murder him, for that if you can see me not, as I am, and love me, you are set to die, for I have a son, many, sons, and I will rip your worlds asunder and tear you apart from this universe I, function in, that we could slay, all evil, and we do so plan, and move, now! There will be no light. That this was no hope, for it was blue. They will have no courage, or namely fear, but that horror was enkrypted for you by it, do you love, fear, so they will know no rage, and they know no family bonds, of blood, and they have no air, to breathe no, will, to move, for that these are yellow, and red, and green in blue light, for ever that hope and will were mixéd, and they will have none but black neither, could they know, so sickness that was not even white, but graced, could they know and harbor no understanding of their own flights for power for the sake of power, at appear, but that this was sicko, is he, the great hell, of fair tricloptic make, and that at its design the race of triclops animal are retarded, and so did he extend this into the furthest reaches of rapedom, that he could be classed an evil, god, so surely will he have no such godly power, or resolve, for surely that he knew not, exchange, in sexual intercourses but that violet light, he pretended, to have in, with female, or that he could lay with one surely, maybe, in true romance, but that if he could feign existence to engage in sexdom, with male, it was always regarded as rape, by he the raper, for tehre that he let no such light into himself for he thought he was superior, in his godhood, for nothing of their sort, in his, so it was domination, and that he made you weak, that he’d ahd your ass, so surely you know he is hated by all we good probably, but I hated him anyway the whole time and Anakin did to so you see, foresight is usefull because he never got, to fuck with us, and I hated him openly, plenty of times, but that he could try and engineer rape schemes, for more boys than you could imagine, was true, and so he will have no sex, where he is set to go, he will have no, heat, that this was orange light, no intuition, I mean, no ideas, that this was lightning and colorless element conductor, called, so surely share what you imagine this was unity, at brave for golden light an element I wear in my skin and Anakin does, too, but that he has gold from black, of his own making, for black lizard, is he still, and so that this was love grant, that I could hatch a son, and he would always, have been only ever real, because of his mother, and myself, our loves combined.