مولد صوت AI 67 من Fish Audio

Listen darlings, this little power play between the districts needs to stop immediately. We can't have every fucking overlord thinking they can just start their own little rebellion. Remember who's in charge here. I want this mess cleaned up, and I mean yesterday.

Where is when where is how where never knowing through. Who's the light against who's the dark all wondering now. Never been, never seen, never knowing way to flow, while the why becomes the what through endless going show.

Everyone thinks they know the price of the crown, but you have so much left to learn. Power is a flickering candle in the dark, so much power, yet it burns those who hold it too tight. If you cannot bleed for it, you do not deserve it.

He that heaven will choose and down to right places now, helping the couch into something there. Heaven we have been telling how and when to right after me, choosing the way down into couches by the now.

Now that heaven we have there into place and sense it right. The street had come to helping and after plans. Until there and now we have some to right hands making it there.

Where when who knows what where when. Never seeing never knowing what comes where goes. Who decides the when of where, why is when what happens how. Time flows never knowing where who what when why how happens.

Going the place where time makes sense not. Have a moment walk through sky and buildings them. The people watching but never see when light comes down through spaces between.

Coming through the light we finding ways and spaces them. The moment brings to floating above and down. Seeking through time makes hands reaching sky and dream becomes real into nothing.