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THE BEAST, sat in grandeur on top of the hill in splendid wonderment and controlling power. Surrounded by a GOLD wall of fortification. There sat, THE BEAST, in splendid wonderment of being with a crown of clouded illusions upon the head. Looking down upon all the PAWN PEOLPLE. Controlling them with the HORN of VOICES. The mighty HORN of VOICES, which screeched illusions and images upon the PAWN PEOPLE.
The PAWN PEOPLE, were in great consternation over the images coming from the HORN of VOICES. The PAWN PEOPLE, ran from the vibrations of the HORN of VOICES. Hiding themselves in the bowl es of caves. Migrating to other places. Cowering under the mighty power of THE BEASTS, HORN of VOICES.
The PAWN PEOPLE, were in subjection to the HORN of VOICES. Doing the will of THE BEAST, in fears of the screaming images of the HORN of VOICES. Conquering lands, subduing territories. Overcoming peoples, it was a form of unwanted bondage. Sort of a invisible dog leash of existence. The PAWN PEOPLE, dreaming of the maddening illusive images.
WHAT WAS TO BE DONE ?????? This was the paramount question of the age. There was this need of an answer.THE PAWN PEOPLE could only resort to the knowing, the one's. They asked, SUPERMAN and he had the cape in the laundry. BATMAN & CAT WOMAN became numb. IRON MAN melted at the question. SPIDERMAN got caught in his web. WONDER WOMAN put on a long dress and shawl. THE HULK, became atrophy. There was only one to ask. The one, the hero, the person with the answer. The only, the most, grooves man, he would know the answer.
With pleading need the PAWN PEOPLE, called the one, the mighty, the man, THEY CALLED ON ----*******{{{{ R A M B O }}}}*******
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SCRATCHES ON THE PAGE,
MAKING NOISE
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