The crazed rodents scurried along the the perfectly paved roads, and cars sprinted across the ant tunnels of road with the horrible black gas that decanted from them. The armies of trees that used to own this land had been massacred. And the murderers built art with the corpses.
The child looked at the wooden steps that led a small stage in the middle of the road, his eyes were planted on the crowed of people who sat lazily in chairs. And in the corner of his eyes laid a microphone on the stage, a microphone that was fixed in his height. He saw his mother smiling at him with a camera on her lap.
No creeks or sounds were made when he took his steps on the stairs, or when he made his way over to the microphone gripping his paper."What I'm greatful for, is the name of my assignment, they told me to be positive," said the kid. "But how am I supposed to be positive when the beautiful trees I see in books aren't a reality, how am I supposed to be positive when everytime I take a step outside and take a look, all I see is these boring buildings swarming the place I'm supposed to call my home," said the kid. "Or that never in the time I've been alive have I seen the great mighty roaming sun my grandma used to tell me about ," said the child.
"The way I see it, adults find this place a treasure for green paper, while to me, this place is the shaper of the dead tree that is my soul," said the child. "A thousand dollar bill should not be treated like something so high, something so precious that even a tear would make the judge declare a life in jail," said the child. While that poor tree is treated like something we shouldn't beware of, or be aware of," said the child. "like it's the first white hair on a young woman, or young man's head," said the child.1076Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyEsyxWIeW8
"The green paper I keep hearing about is the evil keeper that permanently shuts the doors to our souls, I hear my classmates brag about this green paper, said the child. "I hear green paper gets people a diamond built mansion with dozens of servants basically kissing their feet like a king," said the child. "Well I believe in a time where the beautiful songs of birds were still common, and the wrongs of us was never common," said the boy. "I believe that these horrible buildings is not human development, it's human demented mentality, I believe that green paper is distracting the compassion in our eyes that once sparked not disaster," said the boy. "Not cadavers, but passion, imagination, creativity," said the boy.
"Our mother earth is not sick ladies and gentlemen, this is mother earth getting revenge," said the boy. "The excavator of human development made her heart bleed rage, it made her lovely blue skin a horrible grey discoloration," said the boy. "The attack of mother nature is strong but it's in slow motion, and it's inches away ladies and gentlemen," said the boy.
"These clouds that float above us is telling you a change needs to happen, our everlasting seeds of torment to her needs to stop," said the boy. "And our visible air poisons our lungs slowly, and your greed is the eye of my diseases that run through my brain cells, it's your greed that ring the bells that bring the robot out of me," said the boy. "See I get the gist of this to resist the system, it's your childhood bliss you need to dig up to comprehend the disasters coming ahead," said the boy.
Minutes later, the kid found himself behind the law warrior's car with handcuffs constricting his wrists.
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