Old Hybrid Wolf Poem

[XEO1-]

Revelations, battle with himself, in my movie counter fact with fiction. He died weak in a primitive world, yet strong he was to a higher intelligence-like a man who is unknown but watched by aliens, who could’ve been a great general but instead worked a daily job and never saw what he could have been and no one else saw it either,except aliens. He was always lead astray by negative energies fooling him into believing a common practice was good enough to keep him busy and to undermine his true self and what he was capable of doing. He realizes what he should have been during the end of his first life when he awoke a great battle with a demon and after the fight was never given the chance to redeem himself because the demon took his soul and Imprisoned it behind enemy lines for countless millenniums. during assassins creed odyssey I created this personality. Here’s the poem. I like folklore phrases at the end from a entity where a sentence is a name for the person.

A young mutt wolf-the young hybrid in him. Hidden in years where no one could see,awoke from slumber clashing against thunder. Energy signed his final number-he lies prone,no one to coin,folded his cards and reaped what he sown-no pockets of gold, questions the bold,distortion now approaches home. living dreams fathom to ash. gray lite sayer inacts his last. He writes laughs,bows and walks. The story was told before he talked. The wolf said uncloud your veil,uh-thundered power shall not prevail. Gray lite sayer began to speak with hell’s fury around his feet-dark sprite you obsolete tool, Lucifer glow will blind you fool, reread my steps,reline you shall,uh-thundered power shall prevail,countless strangers,circling thinkers,dwelling in doom, eternal fire,send my seconds, depart now,the gatekeepers door, the Holy Ghost awaits your hour.

then seen upon his god while sensing rhetoric doom the mutt enters the room. a hour of deliberation the foreboding curse was cast,encased asteroidal keep,the millennium dwindling sleep-endless ages,forward experiences,past flashes and ripples of space beginning to end,the enlighten quakes of heat.

superior pure power,gods divinity warps close:devine well of the fourth. Holy messengers disembark with words for the rebirth, they say: young mutt wolf-been polished spear-old hybrid wolf the old man in him-hidden in years where no one could see. billions of years you etched in rock. Defeated, forgotten, still he mocks. You relinquishes your dark eclipsing confusion ,now break away from dire delusions. Fusion of might, mischief,magic-challengers thrust at the star of dale. twist your soul at gods approach, yourself yourself at Star light veil.


Goodnight for b bodies-I’m going to sleep.

 

[XEO1-]

Rolling in the deep adele the demon sings with no word changes at the star of dale and i set fire to the rain the human part sings against it in a musical parody i set fire to the wrath and one more change instead of even evil. at the end the star imlodes into a black hole at evil now that were over i cant help for looking for ya inside the black hole. The story about becoming a black hole.