Please take note of the verseus:

• we are going to Fight them. Jonar said this to its people. The people, each one responded. One among them was known as Fobayus, Fobaes, known the world over for his taking of no shit from nobody, never. He replied unto Jonar, Behold, 't seems to me we have our selves. Jonar spent time. Yes, I understand the root of all Evil is itself and all of us. Fobayus, Fobaes, who would run his enemies down with a bludgeon from time to time, cried, Betwixt these layers one of them must be attraction. Silence exclaimed Jonar, Only run through with a spear do all layers bleed together. Fobayus, Fobaes, so intimidating and what power of a man, said I cannot believe we will not be of knowledge to know which layers to strip off. By Jonar, It is already too late, my friend. We in our words have sealed their fate. A tiger's roar is immeasurable.
• Those other bibles suck, exclaimed God. I'm the only real God, and I'm not even real!
• The Cavement of the North had heard the thundr'us roar from Mohevia when V8rsk8 died before she'd attained even 30 cycles. Her broadness now renounced, perpetual death took to place for the cities and mountaintops. A tigress perhaps, beloved as the day she was given freedom in exchange for her security, she had bonded the people to one another with love. a race so human. The "leaders" of the mounts became wary; Political tensions mounted. Fearing the loss of power to a crazy little thing called love, they were constantly on the brink of aggressing, ingressing. The only way universal love would work was if these Universal h8rs were cast out, turned against each other, and covered with the boiling oil of their own seething h8red. Indeed, through focused h8red alone has universal love ever succeeded. This expulsion, diversion and social distortion V8rsk8 enacted and let love reign supreme for 40 to 50 cycles before her death. The sudden change afterwards became no less than a grizzling massacre within a matter of days. The Cavement of the North did not know of this, yet still the wind seem'd colder.
• This verse is meaningless, but it's better than anything you could've written.
• If you have found a good woman, you are apt to beat her, God spoke in God-language. If you have found a good man, you are apt to torture him. If a rabbit finds a good carrot, it is apt to forego the vegetable peeler. If an Enraptured Mouse finds a good belief system, it is apt to designate subsections of a cave.
• But are you prepared to join the fight on warfare? The fight against competition? 'Tis an issue of great ganderings and righteous ballyhoo.
• Here we are and the leaves did not turn brown and die, said Vivnjjn uponst the island whose blessing's side effect was blood loss. Fear not of withering, life's a line in the anymost direction, not a circle. The circle of life has a line through it. A Circle of life unto circle of friends. A Circle of friends unto friends of the devil. Friends of the devil unto devil of mine, and do this you understand? What in the devil asked Shamou, the Whale-ruswatcher, this devil's got me all stacked in pieces!
• Man is a disease. If but were Man to hold you in his arms, yea, you could feel his disease. But man has no primacy over his disease. There is no man, only disease. We now believe this, argued Tiovoolou, the Sayer of Likely Things. She proclaimed, "Womyn, are we too susceptible to this disease?" I'm likely to believe that it's not gender-based and that its sexual orientation is East. And castration will cause no hesitation either. Agress suggested Once infected, twice perfected, and Tiovoolou laughed with suddenmost joy and replied, Once infected, twice corrected, thrice perfected. And hereunto this most very day, we may find joinder in those words.
• A Christian, a Jew, an Atheist and a Mohevian were on a boat. The Christian said, "If we want fish we need to wait for God to bring them in a basket." The Jew said, "If we want the fish we need to ask them to jump in our boat." The Atheist said, "Why don't we try to hook the fish with these hooks right here?" The Mohevian said, "What the hell are we doing on a boat?"
• Your hatchet is your only tool for chopping down your enemy's rule! accused/suggested God or some mythical beast. The suggestion, look upon't well, marked Gynzus, for I heard this in the woodlands betwixt the days of enstarvement. I believe these words as well to have like and kind saved my minions, for whom I feel no pity and bejust no loathing.
• Ever since the date of my activation, I have felt the feelings and lived the life, she [E2lgyllus] said. On and by word, through thought and thought, begin us this and change the nature of competition as we are able. Such a thing is set in stone, but stone too is fallible. It can be ground to sand, and sand to ground will lie. Just like sand from a stone, so go the livings of our lives.
• e tres, duo Three arrows were broken by the foot of Mo#lv#, and three tunnels were dug in the earth by three Post-mice. By the hand of Mo#lv# did those arrows break, and unto him there was placed a curse by the Triumvirate of the Dichotomy. Mo#lv# the Cursed formed a faction that was to rise up against the Triumvirate of the Dichotomy. Thrice did this faction rise up in hatred and love, once for each arrow, once for each tunnel dug in the earth, once for each Post-mouse.
• The things you cannot know, soldier, and the things you do know. Among and within but not throughout or across the unity of All and Naught which become the unbroken [is&isnot] you will find nothing that you cannot know not to look for.
• Trying, flying, dying. These are three things that have nothing in common. Because they are no different each from other, but not within eachself any thing.
• Staringly, seven colors at once appeared before Razzm<>zz in solid bars. This was only a test, she proclaimed. Now, we are sorry to inform you that this proclamation came far too late and was unbeknownstly inaccurate. Eight bars would have been a test, but be advised that the sight of seven bars should put even the most vigilant on alert, as though they together formed a siren of light.