Indigo Samson (18)

   
   "Indigo Samson (18)"
  
   Miriam had anchored down the masculine muscle of the feminine-hued Boss 429 upon the Western geography of Wyoming's brag, it an enchanted part of Terra's tough terrain, feeling the roaming and ripping rubber, having been kissed by the baptismal burn.  Buck sat next to her, in full Spirit Wolf form, as tame as a Gubbio Canine, yet still having his defenses on in case the sinister suck of sin attempted to wickedly entangle their attempt to make sublime Crusade, being the pack's sovereign shield by way of a sophisticated sniffer.  
   Miriam could hear the Queen of ALL virgins inside her, instructing intently:  "The Kingdom of God is within you; furthermore, God tests the just, and greed will not be tolerated by the Divinity of the poor man's plight.  Know:  even young David watched as a wicked world hunted and stalked the poor, using pride and false testimony, tricks forged by a lascivious lust to blemish the purity of a man made snow white.  Yet the angels are all around and above, watching; still, fill your seeking hollow with only that which belongs in a tapestried temple."
   Miriam knew that she was never alone, not even if made an exiled hermit, for God is the feature of man, yet hears those best in touch with the beatified benevolence of their own being, comprehending that chaos must not reside within, nor celebration in victory, only a hung and humble head after you have crushed the hideous hunger of the hellacious; nevertheless, there is no guilt in righteous indignation; thus, be not grieving or gregarious in sharing negativity, lest you influence the light of candles lit around you, darkening them with a doomed determination to damn yourself, for a soul is only damned when it neglects to admit the Good Ghost, believing their own hands are moving islands unto themselves.