We are God’s greatest frustration
We are the color that is always a few shades off
We are unruly paint splatters
We are scrawled on torn canvases
We are molded from clay that never dries
We are augmented
We are after-thoughts
We are poorly-detailed place-holders
We are meant for more
We refuse to mean anything
We are glorified failures
We ruin ourselves
We are all unhappy
We may have all been bad ideas
We are all God’s most hateful critics
