The Law to Bell the Cat?

The Law to Bell the Cat?

Minds have heavily morphed. Thoughts have transfigured to monstrous dimensions. Actions have transformed to numbed monstrosities. Crimes have transmuted beyond human comprehension. And unless law undergoes the most drastic metamorphosis, the world is doomed to be fossilized soon in its own decaying mildewed cocoon. 

There is no route to escape now, unless the paraphernalia of change touches each intellectually construed fabric of the living world, unless law dons the black robe of an impenetrable deterrent.

Unless change colors the legal system, made once upon a time, when the social world was in its innocent infancy, more than man's demonic hysteria, laws would soon loom up the skies as the most humongous apocalyptic source.

Atrocious and petrifying! But waiting for the law to bell the cat.

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