If you have touched my children in rape and killed my people generationally you’re dead while you live. You have no power over me.
Luciferian Men have guarded Me generationally. Michael’s Army are My Brothers and They always treat Me with the greatest respect. This much I know.
We are in Glen Rose. It’s complicated but not when……
….the sky is falling in Texas because I colored a chicken on a Sunday morning and I don’t care who whistles around me today. I ignore people who try to whistle down the wind. Waste of time, that. Here’s a song, a new song, I hadn’t heard before last night:
Okay this article is warming up nice-like. See ya around town, maybe…..