posted on May, 21 2007 @ 10:59 PM
In the sleeping lear a spring of untruthfullness tries to burst in to prevalance against the perfection of candidness. Shocking symbols are hurriedly
covered up and frank truth is becoming in perpetuum a victor that can not be escaped. Scrambling to miss direct and deflect, the money driven
adjudicator can not see past its own allied accord. Its own supercilious pictorial representation a contradiction of its own remarks. The influence of
power be grown too great in this one and a new face shall take its place very soon as it will stumble and fall making many mistakes along its
authoritive path. A deep anger and a shallow adulation towards others rivets through out its character. Insecurity and irascibility torture its
tainted past and loosely held together relatives. The sun shine beats for ever and the water eternally cyclical in its evaporative periodicity; good
and bad. The rain falls and a flower blooms after the flood to wash away the dirt
[edit on 21-5-2007 by LastOutfiniteVoiceEternal]