Order of Rule

Thomas Orion

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There are Notions in this Universe, the
Order of Rule is not One of them.
With a Liege in Daussant, and the Envil
of Tradegy in a Hand, what Have we.
Nothing, but Hope,
For a Future.

Sujets

• Science Fiction
• Notion
• Hope
• Sci-Fi
• Fiction

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 12 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665570503
• Langue: English

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Order of Rule








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Published by AuthorHouse 09/08/2022

ISBN: 978-1-6655-7051-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7050-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022916780



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So it was, One Day, that the General, of the
Forces, Comanded His Order to Fight.

We are Novel, and Saint, but the Order Subsists.
There is an Strange Air About the Cores. We Sign.

So, in Order, this Air, which was a Comely Station,
Had Nothing to Do with the Regency, and So,
The Order, was a Substation to the Realm, and we,
we Decided to Order the Station.

Comando Rules.

It was Not a Nice thing, to Bring to the Soldier
in Charge, the Emperor, and we Signed this Rule
with a Sour Tint, Because the Realm was in Demise.


These Days, and I Remember, the Station was Sought,
and an Offence, in the Novel of Things, was Not
a Station, that was Desired.

We are a Combat Order.

And So we Ventured, Sign the Realm.
The Emperor Complied, and the Signature was Signed.
But in Order, the Realm, was Still His, and to
My Knowledge, He Cried a Little Bit Over the Air
of Offence at the Notion of Rule.

It Did Well.


The Officess, it Betrayed were in an Abnordance
of things and Unfinished Items.

This Said, the Order was Colose to a Halt, and