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My Sweat

I have run three marathon since the break of dawn and have written three songs to humble the dishonest man but all the effort that I have made he still continue the shove dirt in my face. I stood up to him like a cock on a spring and spread out the details all around him, he seems to evade all logics and persist with the idiotic manuscript. He rants and raves in the sweltering heat and reality plunge him under the blood stained sheet. His phone rang for a couple of seconds and that was the last time we heard of him. The people gather in the square to celebrate the life of a man that they say was so dear, they say he was the center of the square, a dumb fellow with a promising mind but had a heart that was as salty as river. His egoistic attributes and his domestic under the cover motion has caused him to sink to the bottom of the ocean and the intimidating look on his face has thrown him out of the entire race and so the sharks had big fish for lunch and the birds reserve the brain marrow for brunch. The different phases have come and gone and the people have been left to weather the terrible storm. They walked around with clouds on their faces, flip fop slippers on their feet and a misery floating in the deep. I cannot forget the day when they walk down the road with thick blocks on top of their heads in the blistering heat with no shoes on their feet relying only on courage to pull them along and when they reach their destination they sang a colorful song and suddenly the burden was gone. I stood on top of the mountain watching malady jumping over the fence dropping residues on the ground and greeting the people with a sadistic frown but the rain came quickly and washed it away and save the city from the tempestuous day. Suddenly a strange emotion came over me and cast a shadow in the street rooting up trees and tearing down houses. It walked from street to street making peculiar sounds in the breeze, so nature has returned to the dark places and they have finally complete all the phases The sun came out with a sudden grin and told the people that they have paid dearly for their preposterous sins, and so I wiped the sweat from my face and crossed the bridge and travel a thousand miles to start a brand new phase.

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