They seek themselves a porphecy.

[Acebopata]

My king is mad At my castle, for they have committed idiocy and immoral-ness. For they have imprisoned the just and rewarded the robbers. Their youth are mixed in a witches brew and are sold as a candy bar. The guilds apologize to murderers and lairs. They are lazy, the watchmen are half starved by choice while playing lots. The children prefer a ojiee board to a good fiction book. The adults are negligence. The teens enjoy strange mating, and relationships. The common folk are confused and deceived, the ministers seek themselves a prophecy for lack of willingness to work and the survival of the castle right until the second coming. The Lords of the surrounding town are rising against us at the word of the king. A few are awakened, and quickly comprised. My love is imprisoned for helping the poor, my friends are stabbed in the back. My crossbow is ready and my sword and shelf are at the ready. I head down and command the guards to defend the fount gate. I unlock the cells and quickly hug my love, then we run to the rear gate. The guards try to stop Us. Hoves of the kings horseman and invasion army sound nearby. I toss my love my crossbow and charge the guards. My love and her fellow saints escape. I take a royal manner from a fallen guard and rant, "See this flag! It shall become a testament of evil and hatred!" The watchmen laugh, then shoot my leg. I fall down, bleeding heavily, then the King's horseman rush into the fray, quickly defeating the castle. I bow before King Jesus, sorry I could not bring the castle back to him. He understands, and offers restoration. I humbly decline the restoration to the lord of the castle. He insist. I then accept out of respect. The ministers are thoroughly embarrassed. The King had spake a judgement they wish not to hear. The castle become 14 castles, for she was large and elated, and seeked herself as prophecy of peace and yet remained in severe unrepentance. The Young eagles scorn at the flag, they refuse her name. The witches are killed, for they have killed the youth for ingredients to a candy bar. The Lords are exiled, the watchmen are disbanded and replaced, the saints are brought high as kings, both male and female. Me and my love are married, with fifteen future youth, though the first was lost before we meet, due to me.

The Lord is just and his wrath bear no diluting to how much we wish ourselves a prophecy of peace while repenting.

 

[fleamailman]

("...nice read..." went the goblin thinking there was talent there, adding "...keep them coming, where I never critic but I'm very good at listening to those who would write of themselves, and where I'll be the vanguard of your readership if you like...")