tremble before the wrath of the gingerbread man

Thu, 07/27/2017 - 16:01 -- slucmig

men has challenged god 

the divine energy

assembled in the eyes of the creator

before the masses a collective betting on who shall reign

a humble baker using human science

on the streets of london in the fog

the shock raises the dough

man created lightning 

man harvests the organs necessary

to recreate what is deemed impossible

the salt in the air blown off the ocean

is turned to sugar

is there no saying where we'll stop?

the gingerbread man grows

until he looms over at six feet tall

his icing face contorts and drips onto the pavement

birds swarm over the slightly burnt man

the sky is black with feathers, slapped away 

the man senses the crowd around him but can make no sound

his anger fills the air

the scent of ginger wafts over the city

his wrath is sweet

man must face his own hubris in the form of a cookie

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