Sunday, August 17, 2014

Children of the Wicked One

Today, while eating a beachside eatery with my sons, I watched as two little boys tried to kill the birds gathering at the outside tables where people where eating lunch. Their parents did nothing to stop them. These children weren't laughing, their cold dead eyes simply wanted to crush out innocence. Fortunately, the birds escaped each attempt by these 7 year old boys to erase their lives, which they did try in earnest.

Lifeless, heartless cold eyes. No warmth. Just the stench of death in young bodies waiting for their turn at the world stage.

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