Judgment Follows

The winter winds are whipping as the temperatures continue to dip.  It was difficult, but I did get here to Starbucks, Fridley.  I am sensing a steadying of the ship.  Maybe a BLACKBIRD sings to me on the bow.  I sing a song of melancholy while I tap out a beat of jubilee.  It is a strange alchemy, but it is time to bleed out the revelry of evil, and draw in the key to the gate.  I will use no direct reference, I focus on a new nebulous wording that is less triggering for the elite.  Can we move along the train tracks and see the rail road ties that have been pulled out for a mile straight?  It all ended alright for those trains in Muncie, but I had to answer their constant horns in the middle of the night.  It was like air raid sirens on Waikiki.  No one knows of the phantom Japanese planes from WWII that would come our way the instant that my brother and I would break down in laughter as we played on that beach.  The queens of all lands are bitter revelry of all lands that are demonic.  They barely have hearts at all, and their souls are colored black with the grey of their evil mysticisms.  Now the Middle East can see, and as soon as I write that line a man speaking Arabic to a woman right across from me knocks with his fist on the table twice indicating that they could hear it in The Middle East as well.  Witchcraft is the word.  He slams his hand down flat.  Everyone needs to quit hiding in their groups.  We must call a spade a spade or we will lose every time in a court of law and on a battle field.  People will learn soon enough how powerful proper terms can be when used very sparingly.  Pick the most evil, like a woman in a black dress in a holy setting who keeps adjusting the collar and the skirt for no reason at all.  It is not modesty at all.  Well now judgment will follow.