Sheriff, I Sing You A Beautiful FIGHT SONG That is Also a Lullaby

Sometimes it comes a time to move on.  I recognize that the clock has struck midnight, and I am preparing to go.  No more Wiccan my way 24 hours a day.  I will just follow the cues and move into a new authority.  They missed me years ago, and now they are suffering.  Be careful what you do and say because even natives are coming on page today.  Maybe I have a cousin who does care.  I let those who are guilty just sit in the background as I am tortured very publicly.  Maybe there is a law enforcement key who does care about me.  I have given up faith in doctors.  They will see their own infinity soon enough.  There are even Texas Rangers in play.  I have fought to keep a society clean and clear, but they all have about a year before panic and anarchy set in.  They will set fire to my residence soon enough, so it is best to leave casually.  All those there who have wielded a nasty and torturous sword will have their own reckoning and audit.  You all have no idea how an accountant and record reader will scare you.  It is the power of Will VanBank and he knows that he is on the line today.  You all have no knowledge of the classics or the the things that really bring peace.  Illegal legal action is not a good idea because I pick it up like the best bloodhound on the planet.  I will now pass the notes on to a criminal law GENIUS, Sheriff Staynek.  You will all be reviewed and you will deal with what you have dealt out, very publicly.  I am here, and it is clear that I may be there next week.  I submit and just handle it.  Maybe MEDIUM and creativity means something now, especially from a spirit who has been so openly beaten and battered, internationally.  Have a lovely evening.