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“The WhosAwhats And The Many Angry Faces”

A short story

“On these Late Nights I get anxious”

M.A.P

A Story by. ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴀ $ʟɪᴍ

So many angry faces

So many broken hearts

Babies that grew up

And forgot who they were.

When did it all happen

No one quite knows

But forward and onward

The cycle must go.

Bitter be the berries

And Poison the water

While everyday happiness

Is sold to you further.

But I know a place

Where the sun always shines

Where the whosawats play

And their feet never tire.

You may think me liar

Or you may think me mad

But I tell you I’ve been there

And know the way back

But I wont tell a soul

No, not even a whisper

Because the whosawhats people

Are magical creatures

And one thing I know

In this world with no doubt

Is That angry face people

Hate magic about.

For if they knew where,

The whosawhats play

I tell you my friend

The blue sky would turn grey.

They would topple their houses

And Damn up their rivers

And They’d not even wash off

their hands before dinner.

Why they’d look at the whosawhats

All so Happy and Gay

And would come with their armys

To drive them away.

Then they’d burn up their books

To ensure you’d forget

That a people named whosawhats

Ever did exist.

Then they’d build up their towers

That block out the sun

And they’d say to themselves

“Now isint this fun..?”

O’ You ask how I know this

You ask how I’m sure

Well the answer is simple

It’s happened before.

Why just look down my friend

And anywhere you’re feet land

Was once home to….wait