New Line Deputy

I braving my way through a strong cold.  My exhaustion is strong.  I am becoming aware of times turning to a clock that has only responsibility.  I do not sing a song that may cause duress for any potent form in my vicinity.  I walk away as the clang that is only left for the crew that all works with her plays its tune.  She is demonic and strange, but why are people continuing to be part of a freak show?  My fatigue leaves me in a land of coughing and no laughter in sight.  I have blood out there who exist on an outer edge.  I just let them be their own reality.  Maybe a new line deputy will be the judgment in the stream of paralysis and pain.  I just stand back and let the reality that a womb sells become Wiccan in complete complexity, and leaves the waters of Swedish witchery behind.  Can I write about these things legally?  Yes I can.  Witchcraft is illegal, internationally, and your witcheries, in a court of law, are too.  You may also be no longer an entity at all and just be labelled satanism.  No longer will you be believed or comforted.  Insane mumblings of these beings are now in a boat going to New Orleans.  There will be no escape from the path that you have constructed.  New line deputy, can you see the reality of the ridiculousness?  It rings a bell in a court room again and again.  Police just walk away.  New authority is what I give to you from my power center and heart core.  Speak against, and we no longer need to contemplate your fate.