For the first time ever ... i left them alone, i was there enemy. They must haven't know of me, spoke of me in hushed tones and shock and awe... the boiling man that's what they must have called me. One look in their little black eyes and they wold know my outline, I’ve no idea how they see things perception all being about optics and all. but they knew the shape of my weapon the cordless kettle full of boiling water raining down through the cracks in the pavement down into their homes flooding them into death and melting their annoying shinning black bodies i hated them so much, they got everywhere all the kitchen units in the sugar into the drawers and cabinets.
Climbing the walls…
But the outline of the kettle always made them run just the little faster, panic in their colonies and the boiling water kills and destroys... then i switch on the tv and watched the real shock and awe… Saw them, skeletons standing up in tanks and lying motionless on the ground and i cried for the death of humanity... now i don't kill anymore i leave them be. The little things do what they need, i wish i was one i wish i could climb walls and go deep underground... but what fear to live such a life, to be so small and easily killed a bug on the shoe. An insect to spray.. Imagine waking up every morning having to go out there and forge knowing that someone holding the weapon of boiling water is standing there ... Waiting!
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