Just now, I have deleted my
production sheet, must start
over again, can't describe
how horrible it is
I carved a beautiful relief
of all the flowery things I
had done; then gone and
lost it all; nullifying
A beautiful morning; killing
a perfect day, breaking the
hearts of the angels, calling
the wrath of Valkyries
Down on me; all sunshine left
this day; I fear all the gods in
the Pantheon will punish
me for wasting
So much magical time by
deleting the beautiful relief
which they inspired me to
carve so beautifully
Such delinquency cannot go
unnoticed, lost all feeling of
freedom, suspecting
supernatural causes
For this dreadful mistake…
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