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And the timid representative of the Brothers of Personnel,
not truly cognizant of the heavens surrounding him,
not knowing that the temples he walked in,
was unaware that the meeting places,
of lesser Pharisees would be given,
to that awful creature; the state,
and he simply shrugged.
Nor did he know that the Psalm,
of “Ever Onward”,
would be hushed,
much like voices,
of the children,
that would be,
thrown into,
a sacrificial,
pit.
“The Priest of Personnel was yet another true believer. One, who like many, could not face the seven somnambulists.”
Thus Speaketh Fred
Tomorrow: “Arrogance and Secret Society”
This may be a rather inane comment, but looking at the painting I can’t help but thinking what an imagination the painter had. And so modern. He would have done well on today’s art circuit.
No comments are ever considered inane. We all have thoughts about things and all thoughts are valid. The only invalid thing is when people do not think at all. I enjoy your posts. Thanks for sharing them. Wally
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