Above a Misconcepted Vision

We can take our turns as much as we like, but it all comes down to the same thing in the end, we are mistakes. Crafted so well, to be a servant of perfection and to be forever in praise to our creator. We were given a beautiful world, full of life, freedom, and no worries. Our decision was to kindly brush it all away. I take the side of the rest of our world though. We can't begin to correct what has already been made. A distinction between goals and division that we cannot pretend to live through any more than what we've put in actions. Bound to repeat everything that we once lived, because we never learn from what we know will happen again in our lives. And such is our creator, high above us, looking down on the landscape; his vision, purity, which quickly became a misconception by the very free will given to us. Taking granted, the things we need cherish the most, and never showing concern or care. Welcome to your world, welcome to everything you wished for. I have my justice in killing those who kill others. Where is yours?