the earth is filled with it
creation’s choking on it
gone horribly wrong the bloodshed so much
blood soaking the earth polluting
the earth cries out to me shrieking
just shrieking out to me i can’t stand it
any more i can’t think i can’t
hear myself think what was i
thinking what was i thinking
i am undone i
will undo tear down the
firmament open up the
floodgates let the waters
let chaos rain down
let the dark waters below
rise up let’s undo creation
wash the earth clean what have i
done
seemed like such a good
good idea at the
time
(Genesis 6:11-12, 7:11)
Yedid Nefesh 
Holy wow.
Love everything – except the last three lines. It reads like you found yourself on the edge of something you didn’t feel comfortable exploring. Since when do you retreat to the surface? And where, you may ask, do I get off saying this? Ah. We’ll get to that.