Call of CIAL.
PA VEON TA KIRI.
LI ba veti onufk kol oi-je ma ton dares osia nothun dil-tani. Fek tarja
mopolosa sieta no maraz-zol goinup ars nati: "Baije do kile be
tani fianu de orion athi neki. Beria motu lati de horia nes pi EM."
Zol da bieth de ofasi goi: "Marbele pazia kaijin dog lama te onus
vati de perabil." Foani etiava oi nati kol otun de mapi zanu, dares
thil fi na honia. "Nome banutas de arfin daki? am tame!" Donus
lam b onto nos. CIAL gohia : Ab, rotun, de fanutas vovina kas mi-ont
de alieta naf peijim, des i ma.
9996 are a fortune as vitality.
the One, but letting the Guardian make us fall together; the whole self
burns in the midst of the 3rds balance. Noisy creatures becomes silenced
and the black hand says to the friendly child: "I doubt in life
but Balance whirls and brings forth the celebration of life's work.
(I) sleep knows, for finding celebration; walk to the place of the EM."
The hand that becomes crushed by strength says further: " The burdens
of the just are Them; being free on the howling path, making beasts
of the fiery one's restriction" Turning and whirling this kid redeems
from the sentence of the finger, while the seat of the self turns the
in void. "Ceasing the guarding of the Holy seer ? The curse is
then here!" The rulers way was anyway just the flow of words. 9996
says " Stand up, rebell, for the dwelling dragon is blowing his
powers that consumes the translucent sicle, whoso is accepting is falling.