by S.D.Sycther
I kept squealing that day and nobody listened to. It was he who got the pieces done for the worse. The guy comes and punches some holes inside me, then disappears to the company of loneliness. I don't know why I am so lonely. The sweet child of mine never comes and visits me. I have to do all the things on my own. And talking of maintenance, the undead is worst at it. they seldom do care about what I do. They seldom take a look at themselves, what will they care about me. It happens when you have nothing to lose. Yu don't give a shit about it. The soil here is uncultivated since eons and it has been such since time immemorial. These fools don't ken the meaning of fertile. I am the most fertile land in the universe and these people are dwindling me. I don't know what to say. Hereabouts resides some wildlife but none knows it.
Harik, the man-eater comes sometimes in search of food. I feed a life hither. I have fed some professions and selfless expressions of mine have been great. I was illiterate my whole life, still, I know what they say while they bring in the dead. Sometimes they feed Harik but he is till the man-eater. he eats felt of morgue. He consumes them as if they are the most delicious things of one's life. He doesn't have any future but he has a present. he says living in the present is the must. He has very few needs, he only consumes what he needs and forgets things he never wants. He must be clever and the rest must be fools. He wishes he doesn't get death but isn't afraid of it. He is like the ghost, who doesn't fear death. Something in him makes me like him. I find that dirty and unhygienic man attractive. He is the manliest object, I have ever seen hither. he is like me, we can be the best couple ever. but nature has said different things.
(Somebody is crying so hard.) Who's that, who is crying so hard. Oh, that child is shouting as hell. Her mother left him here. What a place she has chosen to leave her child. Instead, she could have thrown him into the fire. at least there was fire to save him. Now there is none to save him. It is just me who can't even move. Some ghost please take custody of him. The baby is crying too hard, man.
Undertaker! Oh, undertaker! where are you? Just take care who's there at the gates. This cremator always rests in peace. he is in more peace than the people in the graves. I don't know this is the bet job ever or not. But if I weren't a black hood, I was an undertaker for sure. He is so amused in his world. he doesn't fear the lone. he doesn;t fear the ghosts at all. there is something great about him than even the bravest can't see.
That day the Gervais came here and they were much happy about it. I couldn't grasp the fact they were happy while they burrying the body. The theme should be mourning but the theme was wealth. The display of wealth had killed him and the wealth was responsible for snatching away his funeral. Sometimes I feel it is better to be Harik at least you don't get cheated on your funeral.
Sometime in future, back in the black hood everyone has to come...
I kept squealing that day and nobody listened to. It was he who got the pieces done for the worse. The guy comes and punches some holes inside me, then disappears to the company of loneliness. I don't know why I am so lonely. The sweet child of mine never comes and visits me. I have to do all the things on my own. And talking of maintenance, the undead is worst at it. they seldom do care about what I do. They seldom take a look at themselves, what will they care about me. It happens when you have nothing to lose. Yu don't give a shit about it. The soil here is uncultivated since eons and it has been such since time immemorial. These fools don't ken the meaning of fertile. I am the most fertile land in the universe and these people are dwindling me. I don't know what to say. Hereabouts resides some wildlife but none knows it.
Harik, the man-eater comes sometimes in search of food. I feed a life hither. I have fed some professions and selfless expressions of mine have been great. I was illiterate my whole life, still, I know what they say while they bring in the dead. Sometimes they feed Harik but he is till the man-eater. he eats felt of morgue. He consumes them as if they are the most delicious things of one's life. He doesn't have any future but he has a present. he says living in the present is the must. He has very few needs, he only consumes what he needs and forgets things he never wants. He must be clever and the rest must be fools. He wishes he doesn't get death but isn't afraid of it. He is like the ghost, who doesn't fear death. Something in him makes me like him. I find that dirty and unhygienic man attractive. He is the manliest object, I have ever seen hither. he is like me, we can be the best couple ever. but nature has said different things.
(Somebody is crying so hard.) Who's that, who is crying so hard. Oh, that child is shouting as hell. Her mother left him here. What a place she has chosen to leave her child. Instead, she could have thrown him into the fire. at least there was fire to save him. Now there is none to save him. It is just me who can't even move. Some ghost please take custody of him. The baby is crying too hard, man.
Undertaker! Oh, undertaker! where are you? Just take care who's there at the gates. This cremator always rests in peace. he is in more peace than the people in the graves. I don't know this is the bet job ever or not. But if I weren't a black hood, I was an undertaker for sure. He is so amused in his world. he doesn't fear the lone. he doesn;t fear the ghosts at all. there is something great about him than even the bravest can't see.
That day the Gervais came here and they were much happy about it. I couldn't grasp the fact they were happy while they burrying the body. The theme should be mourning but the theme was wealth. The display of wealth had killed him and the wealth was responsible for snatching away his funeral. Sometimes I feel it is better to be Harik at least you don't get cheated on your funeral.
Sometime in future, back in the black hood everyone has to come...
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