Hi guys after i killed a mouse reflected on the aftermath (we had rat glue and it was stuck to it) in my opinion it felt like killing a person in a war but more mild, you have to do it because it’s your job but, it feels a little wrong.
i always wanted to test myself to see how good i was at writing (i wanted to do a story) but found out i was “pretty good” at writing after creating this
anyways here is the text
Whose choice is it to slay, to stop the beat of another’s?
Is it the man, men or people who dwell in the sky?
Or the judicial Peoples who decides what?
I have killed a small animal that was trying to survive but, I thought about inhumane ideas to punish the animal that was crawling in my house, to burn it’s eyes out and revile in it’s pain
But no sane man would have the heart to do such a wicked thing.
The best course was give it a swift end so then i picked the bricks that lay on the grounds and then the mouse was gone.