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Abraham and Isaac


I'm Abraham and God ordered me to kill my son.
I didn't want to do it but I had to do what God ordered to be done.
I was about to stab Isaac but God said to spare him, he didn't really want him dead.
God only wanted to see how far I'd go to serve him, he told me to kill a Ram instead.
After this happened, God blessed me and I began to cry.
I am so happy because my only son didn't have to die.

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