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I was the mindwarden and I kept the sheep’s minds up the orders. The supervisor watched over us, and the rest, he would cover. I never could have imagined a better life more than to protect the others. Endowed with a gift, I experienced others and saw the world in each of its corner. They told me I could not be with the people for there was a border. At least, that was what they told me, such a bother.

We were promised a place where joy would last and sorrow would not follow. A place where our heart would not be as hollow. The raising up ceremony was just a beginning of a life start anew. A paradise awaited for both rams and ewes. At least that was for the ones who did their jobs well, all that we knew.

The sheep lined up for the occasional ceremony, mind filled with wonders. I felt the thrills as they lined up to the judgement chamber. Some were afraid, some were excited, and all their minds wandered. Holding to their ties, they all trembled. Those little lambs, what lied ahead their heads, I wonder? What happened behind that wall, not even, I can answer.

The sheep were valued as they were hired. All their works did matter and they were desired. One’s works determined one’s destination, for work in salvation was required. One should not stray out of the path and his safety would not be enquired. No need to question, it was a thing undesired.

Curiosity had been an enemy of ours. Threatening the orders, inflicting wars, and infecting the minds of others. Spreading like a wildfire, chaotic as a haywire. All we know, the consequences were dire. The shameful hang would face those whose from their jobs were fired.

Look at them down below. What did they do that blight to them they bestowed; death to the judgement they allowed? Why would anybody choose to go to the world down below? Did their minds get narrow? Did their minds went shallow? They could have just bowed, but to all the orders, they threw. To the world down below they go.

Days by days had passed as judged was the workers. People come and go, but here I lingered. Never going up nor going down. My neck was getting weary and my tie was starting to get brittle. The day of my judgement would never come, was I in fear. Even if I crossed out of the border, I know my tie would not hold me up any longer. I am getting tired and I am getting older. Afraid that my life will never alter. I was the mindwarden and I failed to keep my mind up the orders.

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I was the mindwarden and I kept the sheep’s minds up the orders. The supervisor watched over us, and the rest, he would cover. I never could have imagined a better life more than to protect the others. Endowed with a gift, I experienced others and saw the world in each of its corner. They told me I could not be with the people for there was a border. At least, that was what they told me, such a bother.

We were promised a place where joy would last and sorrow would not follow. A place where our heart would not be as hollow. The raising up ceremony was just a beginning of a life start anew. A paradise awaited for both rams and ewes. At least that was for the ones who did their jobs well, all that we knew.

The sheep lined up for the occasional ceremony, mind filled with wonders. I felt the thrills as they lined up to the judgement chamber. Some were afraid, some were excited, and all their minds wandered. Holding to their ties, they all trembled. Those little lambs, what lied ahead their heads, I wonder? What happened behind that wall, not even, I can answer.

The sheep were valued as they were hired. All their works did matter and they were desired. One’s works determined one’s destination, for work in salvation was required. One should not stray out of the path and his safety would not be enquired. No need to question, it was a thing undesired.

Curiosity had been an enemy of ours. Threatening the orders, inflicting wars, and infecting the minds of others. Spreading like a wildfire, chaotic as a haywire. All we know, the consequences were dire. The shameful hang would face those whose from their jobs were fired.

Look at them down below. What did they do that blight to them they bestowed; death to the judgement they allowed? Why would anybody choose to go to the world down below? Did their minds get narrow? Did their minds went shallow? They could have just bowed, but to all the orders, they threw. To the world down below they go.

Days by days had passed as judged was the workers. People come and go, but here I lingered. Never going up nor going down. My neck was getting weary and my tie was starting to get brittle. The day of my judgement would never come, was I in fear. Even if I crossed out of the border, I know my tie would not hold me up any longer. I am getting tired and I am getting older. Afraid that my life will never alter. I was the mindwarden and I failed to keep my mind up the orders.