Turquois Children

Upon the open plain, they're free and happy purity of their heart drum beats for the scarcity of black powdered sins the abundance of peace. Rouged snowflakes descend the buffalo are running thin the great spirit is in the belly of the earth kissed children... The time piece is king of predation... that three clawed master of all things everything arising bears witness to its fall. A reservation wears the echo of black caw As the 4th Reiche is nearing full bloom Jesus will guide a battered white buffalo back in time -placing a crown of light upon the head of the harvest moon.