The man attempts to create perfection with his unperfected fingers
His mind jumping with anticipation
Upon viewing his faultless design
His lofty head whispering approval to himself
He finds pleasure in creating
That which he is not intended to forge
He is proud.
He is the man who lies awake at night
With arrogant thoughts filling his mind
When he peers at his creation;
His attempt at perfection
His eyes only see a monster
A revolting creature
No one can look upon
This, the result of a prideful man
Consequences of misused power
One alone can create the perfect
The one who sprinkled the heavens with fire
The one who makes water ripple
His perfect hand alone can form the perfect
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