My Power Journal Last week

Power Journal Prompt 1: The Adventures of a Recycled Aluminum Can

It was a bright, sunny day in the small town of Petersburg, Indiana. A can of Pepsi Cola, perspiring a cool mist of moisture, was sitting on a table by a window in a small suburban home.
The can was enjoying his time tanning when, suddenly, the hand of the Creator came down from the heavens! "No!!!!" thought the can as the hand encroached the can and wrapped firmly around him, dispersing the perspiration across the can. He had seen this happen to other cans when he lived in the Siberian City, and it wasn't pretty.
The second hand of the Creator descended from the heavens, except this time going for the can's head. "No, this can't happen to me!" thought the can, frightened.
A groan of thunder came from the Creator. "Mmm!" it roared. The hand grasped hold of the can's head and, before he knew it, placed pressure from the can's head onto the can's own body. The can screamed with pain.
As quickly as it had begun, it ended. The Creator drank the blood of the can and then tossed the can in the recycle bin.
While the Creator was satisfied, the can was horrified. He felt so powerless and vulnerable. He had never bothered to imagine what the ordeal he had just undertaken would be like, and rightfully, for it was the most horrible experience a can could have.
Most other cans in the recycle bin were crying. They, too, had their blood sucked out by the Creator. Although they might have different brand names on them, they were all cans, and they all now had the same purpose. Each and every one of them wanted deliverance from their misery, and so they prayed.
They prayed and prayed, day in and day out, and finally their prayers were answered. One morning, a dim, foggy morning, the Creator moved the cans outside. Shortly thereafter, they heard a roar so deafening that it could shake the heavens. The Supreme Can God had answered their prayers.
The recycling bin was lifted from the Earth, the cans tossed into the belly of the Almighty.
Later that day, those brave cans were crushed and later liquefied and molded back into new cans, their pride restored, their prayers answered.