And Such A Pretty Lake We Have

Say, what do you see?

There is a levee around the capitol, holding back all the tears of those subject of the lawmakers. And now, in the darkness of such a night, noises are heard. Noises soft and noises also loud are heard. And as some have feared and as some have persuaded an impossibility, the levee is breaking. The levee is breaking!

And the lawmakers are sorry, are sooo sorry. And several of those in each of all the religions are near, heartful as they are, wanting to help them. Motivated to help naturally so. Alas, as the lawmakers’ cries for help are heard, heard loudly so! They are sorry, sooo sorry, calling to them. Calling, calling. But they are not sorry because they have not ruled well. They are sorry because they are soon to drown, and they are afraid.

And a spiritual wind blows, and blows, and blows. The huge lake of tears around the capitol is becoming more swift. With great speed, more swift! No boats, no helicopters and no planes are able to rescue the lawmakers. The spiritual wind is furious! And furious so, for until filling such a void. Such a place void of human life, as is traitful not of humane thinking

Only several of the many lawmakers survive. And mystically, the ones who voiced for the people, who dared say, are the only ones who survived. Mystical this, though their voices were muffled so in the chattering of the other lawmakers, who could hear them? Who could hear them clearly? As the other lawmakers distracted the people’s minds from their real doings, such chatter, them more willing with follish cleverness than with properly managing the nation. And as the media encouraged, their ratings higher by broadcasting by opportunitying such controversy, some of the follish cleverness ridiculous so especially so. Such controversy, however much seeably phony. Because by the media's becomed thinking, business is business.

After such a happening, and government having changed, and government having repopulated, will the media follow betterment, or will another happening become imminent, imminent but feared and persuaded an impossibility?

An awful end is folly’s own reward. An end sometimes divinely encouraged perhaps, with supportive speed, but an end inevitably a natural happening.

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