On the sixth day,
God created Man.
On the seventh day,
God rested.
And for days and days onwards,
Man demanded
more, more, more.
We devoured every piece of fruit
from the Tree of Knowledge,
yet we still held out our grubby,
juice-stained hands,
asking Him
for more of the forbidden ammonia.
And still,
God provided.
His tired hands,
worn from work,
fashioned miracle after miracle
to feed our selfish desires
yet
it
was
never
enough.
To call ourselves
the superior species
would be too self-gratuitous,
too unfitting.
How can we call humankind
the top of the food chain
when humankind
has lost all of its humanity?
i'm so sorry for being so inactive. :^( will edit later