On the eighth day, God created "mankind".
Why was he having such a bad day?
Why did he create all of you normal, and forget so many important parts of me?
He made the teeth that I swallowed.
The ear that was ripped from my skull.
A face that no longer exists. Deep inside, you are merely a mirror image of all my atrocities.
The ugliness that exists outside, lives inside every one of you.
Destruction can be beautiful.