/lit/ - Literature

>>16570396
Context: getting revenge for birds shitting on my car. I'm not a writer tho.

I heard not a bird song for over a year. And all the creatures which flew and that crawled about the land did so in hushed scamperings. An ominous rage poisoned their homes and filled their hearts with fear. For they knew to be seen by the black lanterns of hatred which watched over the woods meant death. And still, death came upon them, the quiet animals alike. Repudiated was their piety in this plague known as Vengeance and by my having placed this curse, I became their God. So commenced the abortion of life by the killing of the animals...