The interventionist god


Once upon a time Liesl stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

She was wonderful. Life was phenomenal and impeccable.

Until it wasn't anymore.

Jarl knocked on Liesl's oak-wooden door at her home in a valley one fine sunny, Sunday afternoon.

He introduced himself as an interventionist god.

He apologized for having to intervene in her perfect life.

There was too much perfection and too much happiness.

He cut her wheat before it was ripe.

He trampled on her tomatoes and tore her potatoes out of the ground.

Jarl cursed Liesl's land.

For no reason whatsoever.

Jarl peed into her well so that all her drinking-water was contaminated.

It was his duty to intervene.

He fried Liesl's chicken and smashed all their eggs to the ground.


Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand

And rivers that ran through every day

I must have been mad

I never knew what I had

Until I threw it all away


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