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The birth of the Scales

taunted by the creator of his inner child. He rose out the sea of souls.

By Tony randlePublished 4 years ago 2 min read

There weren't always dragons in the Valley. My experience equals ions and trillions of galaxies. Family seems to matter to me. The color they choose is their own. Their beliefs doesn’t matter to me. They are harmed their world will end in tragedy. The attempts failed time after time. They wonder why. I am the scale of life the repair that roams in the light. The ghost rider the enforcer of good and evil. Looking in your eyes I see you soul. Cause harm I’ll send love and a healing heart your way.

Their is a time and day. I am the key to the gates of hell and heaven. I am the angle of life. I started as and sensitive creature. Attacked by the black cloak people sent by the "Fat man." They pushed my hand set to be on a path of clean living. I watched my people add onto the testimony. I studied books, I hung with the impaired and the timid dwarfs.

Even they would joke about the great giant laying in alleys with small people. Forced to select a side, when i had an agreement with the Grand Wizard, to leave me in the middle. Spells were pushed out and flooded me. The witches grew reckless after failed attempt after attempt. I am the father of finir. I am the existence of a an empty being. Created by the forces that released the diamond skinned beast into my fields of prosperity, abundance, and life.

They broke the giant warrior's heart, placed doubt of life in his head. The will to protect every calculated angle of his garden. The beast inside of me begin to break the spell locking him in. We used to quarrel over whom was the processor of the physical being belonged to.

The mothers of the 3 headed beast repaired the meaning of the. That i am now we see we are the with his her. Now, we have obtained the greatest creature alive the 3 headed beast. He watches from a close but far distance. The fat man is getting arrogant. Sending false warrants of his significant other to. Seep into the kingsman table. There are no one of the kings that rule over the other. We are equal, We are indestructive.

A force together that will stand for centuries. Still missing our Grand Wizard scorn and attacked the same way. His round table has been. Without the who knows the actions of the Kingsman. Their guidance is in turmoil. Until his return. How do we know how to keep the Kingdoms together.

The Fat man approaches attacking I. Watching I, my entire existence, trolling the game from a far. He the great teacher was always the enemy that leveled the plains uneveningly. Still, this giant will rise, riding and surfing the great waves of the clouds.

This is just my introduction. I knew what i was, i knew whom i was. i know what i was and i know whom i was. Just as, i know whom i am becoming and what i becoming. Patients will be the key to his downfall.

Welcome to the me!! The angle sent from the creator. The scale of life and death giving the ability to experience life for the first time.

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Tony randle

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