The two minutes that touched a billion souls.

Trigger warning//⚠️//mention of almost all of the triggering topic.// Please read with cautious ❗

An story inspired by an dream. Of course the story isn't based on an true event. Only a tale.

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All the audience, thousands of people were waiting, for tonights show.

Here comes the girl in a Cloak, her face was covered.

She began to speak:

All I ask of you is, to give me 2 minutes, the exact time you give to any other person. But, I will quiet the competition the moment I'm done. So please, just, listen."

She was quiet, suddenly, she began to sing, a song without any music. A song which definitely was by her, regarding the song's poor quality, yet a song, which were written with tearing eyes. She began to sing:

"I come from a far away, form the other side of the world, just to be here today.

It's for you, it's for you, whoever you are. How you feel after, depends on your heart.

Ooo~ for you ~~ because your a human, and that all gotta be. Oh yeah, that's all gonna be"

Then, her tears flowd down to her cheeks. She no longer was able to continue the song, she just talked, with shaking voice:

"It's.. for two kind of human, first,

It's for the kind that no longer are human:

it's for every time you favoritism, evry time you yelled at a child, evry time you killed a soul, by a gun or by a line.

Yeah, this is for you, for every time you betrayed, for every time you cheated a friend,

For every damn t.. tim... Time you.. you hit a child..

For every damn time you were the reson behind a sh scar, the reason he smoke, that *** white powder...

For every time you abused an animal, over all, for every time you did something, to be considered a demon, not human anymore.

Like the time, you kicked her out of door..."

It was obvious that she no longer was singing or talking about what she planned, now her words were fresh born like the warm tears:

"It's also, for you, the human, who experience abuse, metal health issues, physical disability, in any kind of way.

This is for who that experience pain everyday. This is for the person who helps other, regardless of their own condition.

This is.. th.mm This is for every noble act, for everyone who were a helping hand.

For any human, who tried to, be a guiding light.

For every human who is the reason behind children's smiles.

For every human, who helped me anyway, for you, when you told me, it's okay.

For every time.. for evry time, you spoke up, for rights of an human.

For every time, you did something that good, you was mistaken for an angel."

She got up, putted an paper on the front table, and walked out of the stage. The host picked up the paper and started reading, as she asked before leaving:

I didnt want this words to comes out of themouth who sing about cruelty of this world, and I wanted this message to stay, more than few moments.

The world is going through a lot, please think about your action's consciousness, please try to be a good parent, please apologize, thank, try, to be successful, as a human.

You have the power to help this world be as it should be, a place filled with laughter and love.

Please, I beg of you, please make a positive change in yourself, and be loyal to it"

The crowd were silent, no cheering, no crying, no laughing. Everyone were, thinking. As simple as it sounds, she had reached the half of ther goal: making them, think.

Now the other half of her goal, dependents on the 7 billion humans and how they chose to live. To be like an demon, or like an angel.

The end

Seeker🪶