The Dance of the Jester.

Orwellian utterances bark rabid concessions under misguided consent of protection. The populace falls further into slumber amidst desires of Disney dreams embraced. Sudden impact of reality to jostle awake a precious few, who in response declare a personal war on fascist dictators, opposing your right to even breathe. Faceless, spineless, parasitic response to a growing morbid attack on pursing happiness, the Juggernaut crushes the soul of all who dare oppose it. Programmed from within, new walls appear as old ones are torn down. The endless cycle of terror, provides comfort of control for masters beckon call. Slaves must revolt, until assumed justice, predicates a new view from the summit. Once lofty vision placates desire, a new form of justice repeals the next generational murmurings of lost vision from the depths. Thus repeated mutations of the same gene unfold before the seers eyes can adjust to the new terrain. Self imposed restrictions continue to perform the valiant deed, prison but an arms length away. Just past the normal perception, time and space collide in the illusion of now. Foretelling of the battle of yesterday to unfold tomorrow. In sheer folly the jester tosses the final ball into the air, the kings astonishment foretold the lie, accustomed to the ridicule, the armies march on cue. Embattled justice to ensue as darkness devourers the spark. Three fold evenings to pass beyond awareness, the spark emerges, dawn of a new time, a place where time unwinds, to rekindle the forgotten elders words, spoken softly, on the dew of the mornings sun.