You are a portrait of perfection. A beautiful masterpiece. While all of us..? How impudent we are! Foisting our inferior forms upon your eyes. We are merely scribbles and squiggles; the very sight of us offends your eyes! Even those who have held privileged, sacred lives upon the highest pedestals hold nothing in regard to your splendor. Even with all our spit and polish, we make for but crude drawings on the wall in your comparison. It really gets my goat to think there are some who would consider contesting your beauty. Are they oblivious, or simply in denial? Can they not see that we are not to be exalted and should remain nothing but chalk stains on the sidewalk? Our colors will always be drab and ordinary, forever paling in comparison to the brilliant white of your artful creation. It's truly a shame what sad, dreary paintings we all make when displayed next to your magnificence. We are complacent. We are corrupt. Do not be deceived. We are the spitting image of monsters, and must don the masks rightfully so.. I'm sorry. Please, excuse my digression. I know you haven't time to listen to my prattle. Farewell. I'm sure you're off to acquire what little perfection you can find in this gaudy world of ours.
written from no real point of view
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