The Mighty Wind of A Chariot Sweeps Within

Bone Bruise, the will of God had stopped in motion, and the time that it set forth into the waters and into the cleansing water of Heaven, that brought Fire of Heaven unto the night of the red lights' glare burning through the air. With all hope and courage to take the first step onto the head of the serpent that was created in the image of a Heavenly daughter who was created on a branch of a tree, by a winged Serpent that had wings as a Pixie and the body of a serpent that had given birth from the Trees of God and Woman is a Trent that stands alike, but alone as Truth and Wisdom from within grows around in a circles, this garden that holds two true things alone before being touched and turned into a stone. for the bones of men and women are to heal before the bone wood turn to a broad stone knapping of arrow heads, that speak unto those who have an ear and a rock of ones faith concealed into theWord that was made into the Bread of Heaven that was flattened shall not rise up out of leaven for a time and a dime that's never heard to unto one more time given from Roger. Who is the Pelican searching for God the Son within this Garden as the bird landed beside Sahdi the Pixie Serpent, and She gave unto Him a child to be born in the river of time and everlasting? and the time had set the breath within that child that had spoken to Us on the High Places of yesterday to be Satan and the Lord of Heaven from the times that we had marked our own church or child that had spoken these words unto the forest creatures and unto them who were lost in this place called home. i will cure your thoughts with fire and the true nature of the beast that had swallowed that last week before Thanksgiving ot be the darkest day unto that wandering star. to say i had given the light unto this day that had given back unto night the stars that sparkle in the midnight sky for five of Us who are entirely in favor of God's trust that hold the bruise and pain of its eternal struggle to show Shadi, as the Head of Satan and our Heel that dashes against each other, when they had collided in the zone of the Abyswhere time is still and not a running factor and on top of the waters that we seek this time together. We had created everything to our own kind for the Son of Saint Joan De Arc to fill the body with torment upon those who left thier day untold. and the Son of Roger is also upon Her shoulders as a day of rest that will be given to Miggitty Vaughn, for He is begotten of God's return and the brother of God themself. the little lad looked like Joan De Arc and had his mommies' cleft chin. and the other child had half his mother's skin color and the other half Roger's color. even now a daughter was to be born in this lake of fire when the others had been coming forth in thier return, and this time was to be given unto the light and darkness of its Holy Tree of Trinity that gives the fruit of Heaven once a year when the fruit of this season becomes our ancestors return on the fifth day or the season within the walls of God's protection for the sixth day and the season in which became the Hunter's Bow and Arrow became the heart and aim of a river that falls in range or in mid flight that never misses or hurts a creature that stood in half the winter for two more months during this hunt for a day changing. so that what was given to Her kept Her warm would now became the bane of Her Success that had clothed the Hunteress in winter, that cover the bones and horns of that witch is herd that align the outside of that bow with the Hunter or Hunteress that would shoot an arrow that had closed the winds directly behind a cock's feather that leaves no trace in the wind of those who follow behind thier own younger brothers, as to protect and teach them silence.