you looked out onto the lands,
god had made for you.
it was too cold.
too damp.
you said
"i'll do you one better"
and when the structure
was finished, you
lifted your calloused hands
in praise to the creator above.
Unaware that he stood
50 yards away, wondering:
"who the **** ruined my masterpiece?"
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
you looked out onto the lands,
god had made for you.
it was too cold.
too damp.
you said
"i'll do you one better"
and when the structure
was finished, you
lifted your calloused hands
in praise to the creator above.
Unaware that he stood
50 yards away, wondering:
"who the **** ruined my masterpiece?"
