They say that your dirty washing will have to be laundered, it can only stay buried so long, before the stench, begins to seep and weep saying it needs washing, come on now it’s a heap, does it feel to steep?
I guess that’s a bit like the lies that we tell, somehow they come up in disguise, they really cannot hide, we can bury them, stick them in the wardrobe, skeletons, no one will see!
Sweep them under the rug, a pile of dust,
don’t tell of the lie, it’s growing, it’s moulding it’s beholding, the falseness of your joking!!!
Where was the moral compass?
The integrity?
Where was the respect for me ?
The friendship that I’d perceived, was based with lies that took me to my knees, once again to see the frequency, that most engage with, to feed and bleed, hurt pain and suffering, lustful and greedy, but above all needy, clinging on.

Forgive them for they know not what they do when they play in the energies of those frequencies!!!
Not knowing that the creation will seep and mould once the lies been told!
Thoughts, words, actions, have you in a swirl, thinking you’ve not birthed, this that you Be, but yet still don’t want to see, your frequency!

Was it high ? or a lie laying low? ready and waiting, anticipating that hook on,
to feed on?
Don’t pretend you don’t know of this show !!!