Creation
Light sparks, sound thunder's,
As Words spoken, give birth to a Perfect Creation,
Fluid, liquid, water, another piece of the Makers wonder,
Flows from above then under, an Invincible line He called separation,
Light and darkness divided, Heaven and Earth separated,
Water and Land from each other departed,
As the elements gave birth to a substance named matter,
Matter became a life force, taking the elements form,
Giving birth to kids of her own, she pronounced them blessed from the day they were born, untill the day they returned to her womb,
Grass, herbs, seeds, fruits and tree's, all according to their name's they would yield,
That they would dominate as the beast of the field, taking over the mountain's and the hills, and from none they would flee,
And Thus, a generation begat a generation,
And called them the Sun, Moon and Stars,
That they should be to the earth light, sign's and seasons,
And to the generation's unborn guidance and reason,
As such their Father declared that they would shine forth to disant places and they would be seen from the distant galaxies,
With their generation now flung into motion, matter gave birth to a generation of sea creatures generation's fly over the earth surface, all kinds and colours to beautify the heavens,
Having beheld that they were beautifully made in her image she blessed them, and said, be fruitful and multiply,
Matter later conceived and gave birth another generation, she called cattle's, reptiles and the beast of the earth,
In similar manner and kind, those with feathers and Hyde,
To either borrow or climb, to give birth through flagella or alive,
And they were also blessed, and requested to be fruitful and multiply,
Now having begat all these generation's matter conceived one last time, and she gave birth to human kind, a specie that would be distinct from primates and mammals, feathered birds and cave dwelling beasts, crawling reptiles and sea swimming creatures of the sea's,
In a singular unison, she perfected them into the likeness and the image of the Supernatural, blessed them also, and gave them dominion over previous generation's, and also asked them to be fruitful and multiply,
But today we have turned into Savages and cannibals.
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