"Chop".. the axe penetrated on the wood as it started to break it unto pieces. The axe is raised once more and with force, it was forced to smash a certain log. Then it was broken into two. A hands then did took it and place it on a pile of firewood and then an image on a man drained of energy sat unto the ground. His body is filled and drenched with sweat. It took him an hour to produce firewood for his house and behind him are mountains of piles of firewood.The person then did start to check his hands and he started to visualize his axe. There he remember something. "They all should be careful, for there are lots of fugitive here." Said by the old and rotten woman on a certain store. The villain on his innocence life heard it and he went back on his house.". He then did said "Those who are watching my life and listening to our daily life are now dead. That eavesdropping bitch did learned her lesson. She unfortunately becomes a psychopath, who knows if she died miserably. For 3 decades, she kept on eavesdropping on our life. I killed his sons and daughters with my own hand.". Then he started to visualize how he started kill them one by one. One man died out of mental illness, one died when drinking beer, one died out during sex and one jumped out on a tall building for he can no longer resist the voices coming inside his head. He checked the ground beneath him and he feel the rough surface of the rocks, he then did said "My neighbours who are hungry for politics have all died in vain. Their eyes and ears that are always around me are now dead. The gossipers were all dead. It took me decades to realize their intents, it did made my life miserable for 3 years, and i did suffered a lot.". He then did checked his hands and there he saw an injury, a cut that kills almost all of its half. "He then did started to visualize the events that have engulfed his life when those person sat on the throne, the throne of politics, the throne of those that are blind in power. Who thinks politics will give you everything that you have. The use of power, abuse of authority, the nonstop barrage of gossips the never ending story. The jesting of the crowd, their spit on his skins. The mocking eyes, the never ending slanderous tounge, the eyes that never did stopped and the mouth of an ill wicked guy. The harassment of the crowd, his father caught up in fatigue, his mother becoming senile, the never ending circle of Information the mockery, the jest, the never ending cycle of such things. He then did stood up and he started to pile the firewood under the bask of the hot and scorching sun. Then he took the axe and raised it with his left hand. He then did carries it on his back and he went inside his house, then he said. "At the very least, I murdered them with my own hands.".

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