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00:01 ~ where is the kitchen, i must find it. time time time
00:10 ~ i have always admired how shiny knives are
00:12 ~ i want to dye blades with red, a lot of red
00:19 ~ ah the door, i must get out and find red
00:25 ~ i see brown, white, black walking around
00:27 ~ looks like there is red under all those colors
00:30 ~ hahahahahahaha, all for the reaping
00:36 ~ i lift my knife and head towards white
00:38 ~ i look as white is dyed red, such beauty
00:45 ~ brown, white, black, my knife likes all types of red
00:47 ~ whats this? I look with disbelieving eyes
00:49 ~ i see a place piled with dead black, white & brown
00:50 ~ the land is dyed red with blood...greed, hatred
00:51 ~ i can hear the blood crying, it will haunt me
00:52 ~ my blade has lost its appetite and repents
00:54 ~ humanity has painted itself red so i turn my back
00:56 ~ i walk away trembling hoping never to awake again
00:58 ~ why should i reap such dirty souls, i reject them
01:00 ~ i go back to sleep and wait for that day.
My name is Grim Reaper and this is my diary as recorded on the date of xx.xx.***. Humanity, how far will you go to gain what you want with those cold eyes and greed neatly sewn on your hands?
Copyright © Patience Mudau | Year Posted 2016
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