I Will Just Call You John

It was a cold, wet feel out there today. Birds have such courage to fly in the whipping winds. Terms of endearment and freedom seem to knock on an unanswered door in this silent moment of evil's revelry. I will be the shield as people wander through so confused. Delusions shatter the illusions, and make nothing make sense for all of you. Maybe a Native out there who terms you all, "You people," is in vicinity and thus eagles stay at bay today. I give you the sword, beloved child of God. It is your time to shine. No more talk therapy for you or your tribe. FLY FREE and be an agent of change for THE SHIELD that is me. You are the only sanity in the FBI core here in MN vicinity. Stay away from the darkness in that house. Satanistic study has now turned it into Wiccan warlockery. Talk about a fear that chills and will never let you breath free again, especially in your sacred nature spaces.