Consequences
The lawnmower rolls and grazes the delicate mind of the gracious grass, it reveals the truth about what lies. The lawnmower stops and the person, sorrowfully, stops to see the sinister
sin he has committed. The grass is to
Short, the mud reveals a ground littered
With dead centipedes, ladybirds, all
Sorts of atrocities litter the ground.
As he looks, he truly realises the atrocities
He has done. His soul stays stung, he
Feels guilt, genuine remorse. He felt
Good, mowing his grass, until he looked
Back, eyes eject tears. He’s human.
Nevertheless, if he was to say the
Holocaust he has done, it would be
Pointless, tears would stream from
The other gardeners eyes, he did not
Care about the bugs until he looked back.
Forced to open his eyes to reality.
Exposure knows only to cause pain for
Pointless reasons. He continued his mowing.
He’ll never really change.
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