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THE LIGHTNING LORDS

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DEDICATION


For Towner Robinson


JOY SUN




TABLE OF CONTENTS

1. THE SWOOPE
2. GENERAL PLOSIBO
3. THE REDEMPTION LINE



1
THE SWOOPE

Long ago in Express Hill, there lived three Comovetals called the Lightning Lords. They were the Lords Supreme and conquered Etagi hill. They owned all. They could appear anywhere at anytime, be any and every where at every time which term was called the Shinkles. It was rare ty be Light Lords equals and playmates of Haeps. They loved to appear at where-knows-where best place called Evictor Land, usually with children hearts to play the swoope; a sport of August. This swoope or holy game was played by the Lightning Lords in a white boat-like swimming spool or canoe-like car with little stones or swoope sticks that helped them hit August's balls to where it should be. Not just players were they, but farhearted saints who knew nothing about Nox. At times, most times, they behaved like children and were comfortable to be innocent. But they knew something only when conscious at a swoope spool which August's sports reminded them each time they played with fair hearts at Evictor land.

They rarely communicated to hearing, but trusted August's heart-to-heart discuss. But it was known they spoke three languages - the Lightning blast, Scattering ranks, and Shattering ranks, and which only the heart-to-heart of August knew why or what about. They mostly left what had not to be said not to be said and dealt in pure light.



2
GENERAL PLOSIBO

One day, while playing swoope August's sports in Evictor with fair selves and fair hearts of children; of little remembrance, they knocked the swoope score ball of August down a spot called Appetizers' Hill in Evictor land for all things had been turned bad in that land by who-knows-where-not-why? They nearly forgot, except for little children remembrance that something happened here once -that, a drove-away of the Spicey hill of Linkles, when LORD ETEMPLO charged without order. It was that one General of the nursing ranks, General Plosibo was held one-footedly by August's bright hand and sent straight downwards on Hill Appointment Remembrance and met his Waterloo. Lizards and all dirty things now lived there in mud squard temple of Sankles erected in Quarfers' land down that hill. Their children memory told them it was General Plosibo, as the holy Record book says, that was cast out that day in erstwhile Serventines. "Broom mercy!", shouted His well self August - King Augustus Brandutus Beautus. Everything had been turned upside down to suit a Ramon galeed in Evictor Land - the dirtiest place was now called Appetizers' Hill in green disgrace of the law of deverse. Efeltor, not even knowing, had jumped down already into the mud valley and messed his blue velted white purifiers' license. Now, He stood of everlasting height in mud valley - its true name. Ewop landed in His tallest ever diverse self, and Diggens moved in. All the while, General Plosibo who was now conditioned by the Appointment Remembrance, was busy smoking dropped, for some scant toughness. "Broom mercy!" again, shouted Ewop, and brooms licensed from the Frens tree alter arrived. They picked one and beat General Plosibo from the tray of Lessenses held by everlasting hands, and which broke into his vein. General Plosibo instantly died with his left leg up, his right leg downwards and puss filled his veins from the Broom mercy broom stick that sank into his vein. Nothing was heard of him anymore. "Officer Commissioner Pigs!", shouted Efeltor in holy nil time contemplation. Two answered "yes, Sir!" and appeared. One was black. The other lightly black and fair. "Pick him away to Noomse valley." " The Lord termal dividers were there", said the LORD HOLY Adolasus in mortal person. They were there in reverse statements, taking sticks. "We shall remember", added the last of the cognit sopwosits inverted so. "Nobody hates anybody", they all said and had instantly in less than than time become their little children hearted selves in the swoope with the ball.

Now, the ball had mud and Shinkles began "Spark battery. It must be washed by blood, tears streamed from the child, Ivim's eyes to ever be clean." "Yes, we all concore to bless Evictor land again for habitation."

Sopwosits, the lanky yellow man pulled under his Lord to extend some power of control, and Lamplaw, the child bursted his vein and died. The other two kids, Lo and Yellow, threw him into Evictor land and said "You won't come out till you've built there tarntalizers!" So, in the order, the separated veil lifted and all suppositions under this self started tumbling reversely off as shockingly the first land. Blood poured like everlasting oceans. Then spotten Mukesfen, the holy lover blue, magenta, yellow, white and orange tangerines had started growing. Then he started crying "How soon should they leave us, Lord!!!" "I swear by gavis - if you ever come out", said the anonymous non: not a play fighter. With holy discontent, some Sabre Lords were now ready, holding their clothes of Egalilee and his Work Thomases, ready with holy tears to beat them up if they refused these begs: "Ye have been here several eternities; please, take something, both cried. They attempted injuring him, the First, so as to persuade him off his eternal avails. "No ", he said, till in live they tore his veil, and bursted his belly. Then he was satisfied and walked away. satisfied. No one knew. Light from the uttermost skies tumbled in in search of the lost child with the bursted vein. Some music swept sweeptemply from the swoope boat, "If at all we were three. If at all we were three. If at all we were three." Everyone was laughing in Ablus veil because Lord Love arrived. He didn't smile. It wasn't a joke. He has also a bursted vein, kneeling before the White Droop. Everybody in Lightingles was scared as from one child's vein dropped blood that kept in string till it formed a river in Evictor land; particularly at Appointment Remembrance Hill. All were afraid of the holy order and began to weep "they win! they win!" Fluters stopped. Sad registers appeared. Then slowly, the blood started writing on its own "nettogrof". A typewriter Mystar appeared with only palms so clean, the children of Egalilee loved to lick it if they can. A computer came out and typed it likewise and the print out were sent to Lord Adolsus Quarters. All Holy old Savons wept bowing "Accepted!" Non shook His head in a swerve. Then there was a huge silence. Three everlasting mornings had passed and all in Congress refuted to eat. Why? "August's born is dead!" Then, cavings in began beneath in Elaptol land where the real culprit, Filpisis, the last of those poneten lorvs dive-gones held sway, stopping August and all the rubbish in Evictor land disappeared. August Opolo waited to be sure and looked down and saw a city if incomparable beauty. Three more everlasting days had passed. August Himself was not sure: Like He is, He wanted a perfect work. Then the breggants started to weep: "Lord ourord, oh Lord, our Lord your holy self not tasted praise yet?; these seasons aye. August closed His eyes and three more eternal days passed. Everyone wept out Ash from white self: "Kill us, August for the Son!", they wept. Rangled voices began to collided in No use: "who was the culprit harsh and not fair?" One solo voice said " I remember in yesteryears, the inhabitants of Evictor land. Tube words in particular are not in braces.
Then light lit everywhere, blue rivers once more flowed with twinkling diamonds, so it was settled the servants hearts feared August the most, not even breathing; so careful to ignore a breath, lest they offended He who was so pure and walked with holiest sandals: impure, pure and sparkling. I remember in my old self, I want more children. I hate nobody Non hung on. "Check still!", a holy cry arose from Boptwel. "All accounts settled?" "Only for the lost who may never return begged Extemplo. August knew what it meant to text a race. Now, in total, twelve everlasting three days passed before He swallowed a spittle, then all on their knees said "done!!! done, Lord, holy, pure and righteous; for a sinful race." Then, the registers of death appeared on the Lord's clean table; crystal pure. "Sign here", demanded the black hands of death." August said nothing. He waited again for another twelve three eternal days to be sure. In all, there were twelve three eternal days when no one ate, sniffed, harped or piped. Then, death took his unsigned register away, which August's love alone made Him not to sign. "Will they also...?" said a holy cry in braces. A nail had fixed itself on the blood point on death's register. " where from?" said the loudest and harshest ever heard shrill cry. "Where from!!! Where from!!! Where from!!!" It was Plosibo in real self roaming around in dismay. It was sealed even without August's own arms, till the pure blood of grapes grew to tendrils covering all that land from tip toe to everlasting heights. Then, there was silence... Then ants appeared. Blue ants, white ants and yellow ants about a journey of there harvested firewood discussing Love's bright morn.


3

THE REDEMPTION LINE

All that was heard was s fall into darkness - outer darkness. Zones were quiet and blue and golden breezes started, apple velvety purple appeared, one of which in real time weighed everlasting grams for the children of Express Will who would not be silly in Egalilee. So, Egalilee lived there now and is best known as Bright Town. Then a holy watcher answered; "so, you still hate nobody?" The brightest song woke:

"HAIL THE KING"

Hail the King! Hail the King!
Let His praises begin
Hail Him forever more.
From the song we now sing
To the depth of all things
Hail Him forevermore.

Refrain: Hail the King! Hail the King!
Hail the King! Hail the King!
The Lord, Almighty God!
Hail the King; Hail the King!
Let His praises begin
Hail Him forevermore!
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Then, the swoope ball fell in the throne centre. All sat quiet as August's wide, loving hands held the Price Supreme, consoling not if pain but what had happened in the end. Someone looked down and it was a clear crystal sea, flowing in ever-white burst pour that meant all else ready everlasting joy and love mix. The servants couldn't control themselves but still waited. " See fini it I ilipi tie", said the last voice. (Not in braces). We know He paid it all. The love quarten that stood firm for the purest price silvano knew it was bad to be from Evictor land, but no more Egalilee; for all that stretch of land. A holy ruler appeared and measured the land with its marks. It was a perfect edict. It was called the Redemption line. No angels, mortals or spirits dare forever to cross it. It's yellow meanwhile in tanzarland. Don't weep if it seems a surprise.

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