Warrior: Creed Abvowed, Oath Concealed

In theory, I am too weak to survive; in thought, apostacy! I am not alone. Yet I want, fervor concedes, adulity wanes and power exists. So many doubt, so blatant are regards. Someone, find a leader!

Baseline Battles

13 countries and a powerful end to all wars is what they seek. You see, baseline is contingent arrears and none of seven of those countries have income to resiliate. Baseline arranges quantum harmony within sonar tabulation cycles, or radar calculation circuits and gives optimum resiliency outcomes to mankind. Or ends are given in combat. These are baseline Battles: to see each party contingency into the law, at secretary of state. 

Start Yelling!

No, "talk." That was the lonesome command to me at radar. 13 countries knew, and four marines. 

The electric shock coursed through my being, I was being jilted; my boys were at mimi's, I was at Sentra and there was no telling where my soon to be ex-husband was. 

"Now!" I had yelled to that black nurse: I wanted to use the restroom, and her predjucided sissyfication calling me to wait did not go unabated. 

I must have blacked out, there were six or more nurses holding me down. "I must look like the excorcist," I could have thought, yet exhaled "I can't breathe." Slowly the nurses released me at the same time of my consciousness' returning allowing some relief. I was bruised all over. What just happened? 

I can finish at implication, or end this now. Yet, if 13 countries did know, will it end?

Me

Infinitely, absorbed affect absorption effect at and abound in all of my senses are all an abomination chronic to my chronological mind. 

Literal to the symphony, spotted like a beat yet chronic to the chronography of my befeat their mind does oppose me.

Not with tasting, nor the smell but of tongue tastes' more is the cry heard: mutually hear, mutually see, but of one event. That's to surveillance me.

Ideally the goal, yet to be revealed is to accomplish some sort of deal.  

Riots on land

Screamed, screeched, cheered and jeered! Death becomes subject to comment of. The guile of rapport, echoed from their unlawful destiny of rape and destitution; warmongering until death returns to claim them. Hawaiians galore, at report, astutely requesting death of migrants, refugees, and finally,; a resident commander. Of absolute: 29% survivors of calamity, weapon. Yet unlearned, and unskilled are these locals; hateful at the behest of foreigners of international boundaries declared.