Of Silent Webs and Freedom Bells

Of Silent Webs and Freedom Bells In the watery silk web of slippery deceit, the inked widow sits poised upon her throne’s seat. Fresh from their cocoons, the innocent plows the air unaware of the netted fate that awaits them there. The laughing wind plays tic-tack-toe with the two foes, chillingly unconcerned as to how the situation goes. In the end, by law, nature will be the deciding one; choosing the loser as well as the creature who has won. Strange how man apes this phenomenon of nature; as if he was the controlling force and world shaker; selecting and culling his inked man-cubs one by one; caught in the bloody silk web of the chosen some. But the gavel of justice is unweaving the deceit that men bare; and echoes of cracked liberty bells are bellowing everywhere.