And on the Last DayBut I was still a god.
My creations danced along a bleached Eden;
Starving and calling for companions.
Every fetid figure fell into my world,
Distorted like the creations of Dr. Moreau.
The god with the vision and the fractured hands,
Caressing an empty world.
awsome gallery by the way!
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