1. Hi! to you my fellow man. Why doth thee smirk and conceal thy hidden past. The path of usurper’s cruel and merchant’s disingenuous plans. This cruel and wanton journey by ancestor’s man. An unwelcome plague on people’s lands forever repeated to this present day. The people of the land kind to the traveller not to view his devious plans. They welcomed to the hearth and offered the hand with friendship in its palm. Then to suck the life blood from the land. Hidden depths masked by merchant’s gile and beaming smile. Gentle mind’s blocked by devil’s brew and opium. The gifts of the merchant wizard’s mind this pot of empowering corrosive plans. This no God given enlightened path but from the depths of darkness. Pulled from the bowls of infernal Saxon’s Teutonic cauldron’s deepest boiling pans. The Reluctant Airman NO’D.
