God Made Me An Indian, But Not

This Is A Good Day To Die. Follow Me!

God Made Me An Indian.

I Was Very Sorry When I Found Out That Your Intentions Were Good And Not What I Supposed They Were.

Behold, My Friends, The Spring Is Come; The Earth Has Gladly Received The Embraces Of The Sun, And We Shall Soon See The Results Of Their Love!

There Are Things They Tell Us That Sound Good To Hear, But When They Have Accomplished Their Purpose They Will Go Home And Will Not Try To Fulfill Our Agreements With Them.