Three months and independence

The dukes of Saphashire have not very often seen the Lands of Doom. Lands of Doom in dreams are the wildest form of suspicion for ill-omens in the history of Saphashire. In dreams of Saphashiran’s, often now are seen two elves and a fairy, betrayed by their very own trustworthy, atrocious in a happening to watch or think.

The details and source corrupt thoughts had never before impacted the minds so far. For the creations in public, evil had rooted the mainframes.

The threads of breach were detected yet useless, for in the hands of corrupted and devastatingly illegal manifestations. Creatures are what they were, resembling humans so known to some of their kind.

None of Saphashiran had ever so possibly lost to itself in the fire of filthy will. This time undefined for were the periods of option able concerning conferences – lack of action against injustice is what very few were known to.

For some did precisely know and understood knowledge and responsibility of survival. Numbers have always outlaid the task but present did smell another air in the mist.

Back a few events the nature did respond to smirk than ever would.  Saphashire and soon the world would be lost if it did as the way it is and it has been on.

Danger still inflicts the minds of young and children, ironic to strength and impulse for resistance and fight.

The lands need more than hearts, the will to turn down and blow up what is against. It awaits the regime for prevention against shaking and enigmatic threatening of the tribe races all over the world.

A saying has always ruled the hearts of men,”whatever it is, it is what it is to be what it is.” A thin line degrades the codes of similarity.

“It is upon, It is upon”, the fates yield a sharp cry loud the air.

An upturning, the leaves roll, the winds outsource their course and the Kings of Saphashire leave a trail of unity for success.

Deserving longs now the hearts of sick, a period of three months. Hooked up to nail what some believed all along this unreferenced times of hope.

So it is what it is to be what it is, it never was begun until sustained resistance of prolonged efforts.

Sun rays illuminated enough thoughts to urge freedom - a right. Positivity said, “Efforts to route and win a survival fin”. The words spread with colors of freedom occupied to every thought.

Rightly said, “a win thou shall, if thy desire”, lead the terms of will breach the gates of lunacy, fear, hatred and resting upon the ropes of happiness. Again enthroning and circulating fidelity, self conviction and independence.

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                                                                   Karan Sharma
                                                                   23 01 2012