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Jul 2021
You think I fear you?
You are nothing,
I repeat you are nothing.
A dust mite.
Trapped, cornered, scared.
I am the mower.
Coming to do a job,
Cut the bad seed.
Save the crops.
But there you are.
This isn't Horton hears a Who.
For me this is just a normal day.
But you,
Well this is a horror film.
I'm the main villian,
Big difference is,
I leave no survivors,
I'm the only reoccurring character.
Now tell me who fears who...
Written by
Talon Robinson  28/GA, USA
(28/GA, USA)   
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