Little Drummer Boy

Sweeping back and forth in the drama that falls and shatters falsely on the cement sidewalk. I dream for purpose. I clear realities, too horrific to be seen in the light of day. Last night was the guilty coming my way and preparing to question me for laws that they have broken since the age of 3. My perfection is my superior sweet. It makes me a target of the dirty, unfathomable guilty of not just police in my vicnity. I have honor and soldier actuality and mentality. My mercinary will come for me in some way today. He knows everything about all of you, behind your eyes since the age of two CHEROKEE. He is one eigth. Just enough to catch you Cherokee "princess". That means disease and he knows it. He HAS been on your Oklahoma res. He did recognize you on tv when he got to The Twin Cities because he knows your sexual sleeze yourself my way. His visions of me started young. The rest are all diseased from there, but his drug line and prostitution and pornography tests on all of you are proof positive for the disease of the media starting in the twin cities going all the way to arabs overseas. He and I will no longer pay. I will take the dreams and he can take the glory for every part of the story from here. Maybe he only owned a donkey at birth, but now he is THE PRINCE OF PEACE ready for war.