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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 12/23/2019 7:43:00 AM
That last line is a classic, Jacob.
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