Upon Losing My Scoop Of Ice Cream

God's! What terrible crime hath this committed
That deserves such foul vengeance wrought upon
natures pure and beautiful creation!
Look there, oh God, see thy vanilla beauty
laid to waste upon ground a crawl with germ and dust.
Hath heaven no mercy? Hath heaven no grace,
nor love of beauty? Damn you oh gravity!
Curse the day of thy birth!
Tell me what foul purpose doth heaven serve
if it is in heaven's will humanity's glorious
creation should fall prey to such ill fortune?

Know, O Lord, that this day shall not go
forgotten! Look at this, innocence violated!
Look upon the terrible cruelty here and deal out
the damning ! Deal them out in great and
equal measures so that we, your people
and those feared who would relish in such
malice might know what ill fate befalls
such treachery!

(Sigh) Leave me for now O' cruelty's of the earth.
My grief beckons.