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The Eye


The Eye. A young alien with amazing sight and hearing impediments. In the planet of “Ashining” it weeps. Its green tentacles are nauseating and stimulating. Its sclera compliments its arachnid legs. It’s put torture even to its own devious mind. It has gradient veins in its grape shaped yard long eye. It is a demon from the gates of hell as it has unleashed The Eye’s nasty rage. Yet the gooeyness weeps. Why does it weep? Can the alien not be thrilling? Can it not dream? Can it not fall upon its limbs crying about the lack of breaks in life? Extremely odd as this may be, can it not be true? Can aliens not have human characteristics? The Eye sees this as it is, in a pessimistic point of view. So now the humans shall come and as ironic as it is, will dehumanize the aliens. Unfortunately words must come out to the humans, but nothing can be said, due to the lack of a mouth. Is it the lack of a mouth or is it a lack of understanding. Perhaps both. In result The Eye’s life is gone.
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