The virus creeps silently, into the head of the boy. Cells of care were taken, enslaved. It wrote Don't care.
The virus creeps further and further, into the speech mainframe..All is reset...Sarcasm's aired...Rudeness fills the air,Jerkiness spikes. In the shadow of the brains, the boy saw red...It dilutes in pure annoyance and pure redness.
The sight and see station is no more white with serenity, all is filled, blackness it goes. dead memories in his veins, pure nonsense it aint. He is now changed, The devil behemoth.
The boy aint ill intended, the boy just shove crap off..The essence of care is no more, for at times, it's just pure fecal on the yard. Goodbye care, may life be honest, may life be fair, may life be fun on you.
A meager imagination is not. Its real, The boy hates. angry he hates, darts may come, sweep all off, no trace of none,cool he remains.
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