The Spirit of Independence

the Lord opened a hole to the serpents den; unto another world below that had many women and hardly enough men to know their cornerstone to North Yorkshire and York itself that holds a roman wall unto its beginning and a time that held a council in Whitby to accept the old and the new beginning to Avalon, and as to know the green skin of freedom comes with a cost of becoming greed as a dryad watches the bitter day from beast to spirit unto a man that already had killed themselves from an ungodly being that satyrs the Month of March hiding it as a fool treasure that's full of curses so that no man may see or taste the bitter end of cold feet while jumping off a bridge that connects two worlds into one kingdom under God. but those who are weary and are in need of freelancing thereof the spirit that will become their own free will cast Her into a hand-sized jar so that she could never leave me again. until that day you wither away among this killing field that surrounds the mounds of temples that worship One true God in Heaven that had to be hidden until a time given for all to show up standing tall in this garden. but St. Patrick saw what the short young man (Lepercauhn) was a fighting spirit that never lost. he fighting for the rights of heaven that was stoled in the days of Christ who gave the last Heaven to us all Pagan (old) and Heathen (new); back unto it own blessing in the name of Christ who knows the works of God and Country that live in the same Heavens above a below. so St. Patrick cause a night of sleep upon the children of Great Briton until the next day had opened orphan children that were crying for their mothers but only one Mother returned as a Queen to them all at one time. and when the snakes had heard of this news they swept themselves off of the islands and into a pit where the heaven will open once the right number of children is given for that place and time. the spirit is the venom of our laughter that kills and puts you in stitches until you can't breathe is that how you spend O St. Patty's day without a leaf of peace that's hidden in every patch of green grass clamped to every patch of ass.