The Golden Eagle drips with blood from a cut on the Sabbath of Most High. Bleeding her cup runneth over and senses the cure of a Brand New Day in the beautiful Blue Sky. Behold Broken Wings that have risen this passing over day when she is flying to the sun and back over a blue moon after my heart of blood has been shed for this New Life. Glory and Peace when the Golden Eagle Rises again and fills the Sky with Diamonds