It was very early in the day, and the children all started and been on their way. Least that was what all the parents hoped there to say, as appeared for today. They had all assembled and turned out their beds and common sense was turned around on its head, and apparently it was put back there to bed. For we did not need it there its been said. Muttered by some under their breath in their head. Where no one could have heard, not even the dead. At least, thats whats been said. As the world had turned around on its head. Leastwise thats what was said. Had we been listening without any dread. Though the children had not as they put on their shoes of that that they chose. Then the doors all opened at once from their homes and they all ran out to play in the gloam, so far from home. Though right in sight they were all along, though perhaps not right where they belong. That sounds funny does it not leading on, correct me if we are not wrong. Though whose to be trading ethics in this if the windows were taken and all at once the children were not maken. That is, right where they are supposed to be playing. Hence injustice and wrongs, its what makes the world go around for a song. Sort of as a merry-go-round, all the day long. Though no one is pushing it then, nor are there any limits when it comes to it when, of when our injustices have come to a head there and then whats to say when they spill all over out in the world and all of our secrets unfurled. These are not like chambers that go on down deep there and hide and even there to abide. Cause if theres anything worse than a secret uncurled, its one that spills on out into the world. There plain as day, much as the children had found that stretched all around. For when the grown-ups had looked on out there again, there was not any children to be found about then. It seemed they had all disappeared in the world, and what was bringing them on home there uncurled. However it had been like in the world. Sometimes we had needed likenesses too to tell what is similar there then to you or to say what it resembles to me in a few, or whats that then to you. However it had been like in this world, it was to the Father is toward. There was no one else there then for to have called in this world. No high or no sure without him so there. For in the halls of the state or the palace of late, it was all the way there as ascends to us where, the feeling of injustice has come and there its been done. As each thing, as the scribes would have said and the promises led. Its the only thing consoling each time in this world, and it is of that we had heard, actually as it accords to his Word. Its what time had of heard, that everthing thats been done had been said of his Word. That we had of been reaped whats been sowed had been heard and there was everything in this world. For a snatching it sure and so had everything in this world been there as it were. Revealed there the Son, the light before whom we have come.