When all seemed well, the pain, torture, sarcasm and all the other nonsenses had no existence and to be precise were exterminated but the world's people wanted a piece of the greatness, couldn't live with the thought that something was rising without their consents and so motivated it with lies thinking that if conscious were to be watered too much then weed would grow into something troublesome, so they decided break the roots so the rain would wash it away on the first fall but how to remove something with the ability to grow faster than you think and as its growth was hidden underneath the ground until it started to bloom. The roots which have reached hell and tangled the whole executioners from causing any pain.
But they hate those who help so tried all the pulling they could, threw acids, cutters and everything that came to mind in the anxious lobes. Leaving a cripple stranded pleading for help until the throat goes dry and the only sound that comes is of "H" with lots of "T"s. planning it out then when the "thing" cannot even open its eyes, they shall come swinging into the rescue so that it will feel a sense of oath towards them and cannot deny them.
"The strings are our own to use, hold them the moment you can" ~M.A
So the world kept revolving as it was sent to confinement in this lies which were as equal to the truth that was once told.
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The Truth
Non-FictionAn abstraction of what may seem as a poetry in a form lines but holds a truth that people will lie before accept it even knowing the truth was stated. Creating anxiety, stress and depression as you keep on denying the truth and accept the facts to w...
