Fox Biddable (8)

   
   "Fox Biddable (8)"
   
   Healing Eagle was sitting on his home-crafted picnic table, reading the newspaper, despising the fade of print media; moreover, it was all ink-squid perishing, and them EMFs will rot the brain, more or less.
   The blue-light is keen for daytime, but once sundown arriveth, put your hands of Moses and the Levite Priest, his older brother Aaron down, having some topaz on your breastplate.
   The Law is the Law, offered to many, but rejected save the blonde and red-haired slaves of antiquated Egypt.  
   Healing Eagle reached out with his pineal intrusion into the lovely fox of Jenny McGee, and while Descartes knew the pineal gland to be the Throne of God, he resisted an animal's soul having consciousness, which was a big mistake.  
   And Healing Eagle saw the guns on the Chief's wife.  She was not used by Trump--she's got freaking bicep-inspired guns.  They sign up, under whatever party, to be warriors for the United States and its free-bird flying high, yet hunting low.  Chiefs run the Navy, and Sergeants run the Army, as G. Gordon Liddy has spoken, and in the Army--there is only one color--GREEN.
   People want to divide, as goes their reptilian nature.  Money divides, wanting more, loving less, yet charity runneth a man's cup over--if offered in humility, like a meek yet wild Franciscan, putting light into darkness.
   Healing Eagle couldn't quote Saint John the Eagle's Gospel enough:  "The light cometh, and the darkness comprehend it not."  Moses offered LIFE through the Law, and the Virgin carried IT in Her belly, but all is misinformation, as wends the way of false testimony, for the digestion of dark souls.