I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybody there And I'm watching all the stars burn out Trying to pretend that I care But I didn't, no one ever does And I would, no one ever will Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands? And our clothes are all too often ripped And our teeth are all too often gnashed And it lasts as long as it possibly can But I just don't, but I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all And I just don't, and I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all
10576
Midjourney
14-year old Hyacinthe, a carpenter’s apprentice, is left alone on Christmas Eve to finish crafting a cabinet for Madame. Fearing his master’s thrashings and emitting great sobs of despair, Hyacinthe is interrupted by a knock at the door. “Let me help you…I was also bred a carpenter,” says a man. The message is perhaps a little twee in its transparency, but Pickthall wasn’t trying to bamboozle; she was simply writing a cosy, reverent tale about how God is ever-watchful and how his help, even when given at the eleventh hour, can transform the messiest situations into something beautiful.
077
DreamShaper
I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybody there And I'm watching all the stars burn out Trying to pretend that I care But I didn't, no one ever does And I would, no one ever will Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands? And our clothes are all too often ripped And our teeth are all too often gnashed And it lasts as long as it possibly can But I just don't, but I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all And I just don't, and I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all
10576
Midjourney
14-year old Hyacinthe, a carpenter’s apprentice, is left alone on Christmas Eve to finish crafting a cabinet for Madame. Fearing his master’s thrashings and emitting great sobs of despair, Hyacinthe is interrupted by a knock at the door. “Let me help you…I was also bred a carpenter,” says a man. The message is perhaps a little twee in its transparency, but Pickthall wasn’t trying to bamboozle; she was simply writing a cosy, reverent tale about how God is ever-watchful and how his help, even when given at the eleventh hour, can transform the messiest situations into something beautiful.
077
DreamShaper
I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybody there And I'm watching all the stars burn out Trying to pretend that I care But I didn't, no one ever does And I would, no one ever will Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands? And our clothes are all too often ripped And our teeth are all too often gnashed And it lasts as long as it possibly can But I just don't, but I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all And I just don't, and I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all
10576
Midjourney
14-year old Hyacinthe, a carpenter’s apprentice, is left alone on Christmas Eve to finish crafting a cabinet for Madame. Fearing his master’s thrashings and emitting great sobs of despair, Hyacinthe is interrupted by a knock at the door. “Let me help you…I was also bred a carpenter,” says a man. The message is perhaps a little twee in its transparency, but Pickthall wasn’t trying to bamboozle; she was simply writing a cosy, reverent tale about how God is ever-watchful and how his help, even when given at the eleventh hour, can transform the messiest situations into something beautiful.
077
DreamShaper
I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybody there And I'm watching all the stars burn out Trying to pretend that I care But I didn't, no one ever does And I would, no one ever will Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands? And our clothes are all too often ripped And our teeth are all too often gnashed And it lasts as long as it possibly can But I just don't, but I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all And I just don't, and I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all
10576
Midjourney
14-year old Hyacinthe, a carpenter’s apprentice, is left alone on Christmas Eve to finish crafting a cabinet for Madame. Fearing his master’s thrashings and emitting great sobs of despair, Hyacinthe is interrupted by a knock at the door. “Let me help you…I was also bred a carpenter,” says a man. The message is perhaps a little twee in its transparency, but Pickthall wasn’t trying to bamboozle; she was simply writing a cosy, reverent tale about how God is ever-watchful and how his help, even when given at the eleventh hour, can transform the messiest situations into something beautiful.
077
DreamShaper
I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybody there And I'm watching all the stars burn out Trying to pretend that I care But I didn't, no one ever does And I would, no one ever will Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands? And our clothes are all too often ripped And our teeth are all too often gnashed And it lasts as long as it possibly can But I just don't, but I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all And I just don't, and I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all
10576
Midjourney
14-year old Hyacinthe, a carpenter’s apprentice, is left alone on Christmas Eve to finish crafting a cabinet for Madame. Fearing his master’s thrashings and emitting great sobs of despair, Hyacinthe is interrupted by a knock at the door. “Let me help you…I was also bred a carpenter,” says a man. The message is perhaps a little twee in its transparency, but Pickthall wasn’t trying to bamboozle; she was simply writing a cosy, reverent tale about how God is ever-watchful and how his help, even when given at the eleventh hour, can transform the messiest situations into something beautiful.
077
DreamShaper
I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybody there And I'm watching all the stars burn out Trying to pretend that I care But I didn't, no one ever does And I would, no one ever will Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands? And our clothes are all too often ripped And our teeth are all too often gnashed And it lasts as long as it possibly can But I just don't, but I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all And I just don't, and I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all
10576
Midjourney
14-year old Hyacinthe, a carpenter’s apprentice, is left alone on Christmas Eve to finish crafting a cabinet for Madame. Fearing his master’s thrashings and emitting great sobs of despair, Hyacinthe is interrupted by a knock at the door. “Let me help you…I was also bred a carpenter,” says a man. The message is perhaps a little twee in its transparency, but Pickthall wasn’t trying to bamboozle; she was simply writing a cosy, reverent tale about how God is ever-watchful and how his help, even when given at the eleventh hour, can transform the messiest situations into something beautiful.
077
DreamShaper