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The World?


The world? Who created it? This place we live in, the place where the lving... things reside. The place that contains people, contains buildings, contains everything but the creator. I mean c'mon let's be honest if you created the world wouldn't you flaunt it? Or stay humble? See i think that's the altimatum "the man above" is dealing with, I mean sure his stories live on but we've never actually heard it from his mouth, only from others who claimed to witness his doings. But why though? Why hasn't he personally told us his stories? Why do we have to hear it from people who think they know what they're talking about? Is he ashamed of what he created? I mean why do i have to wait till i'm in a casket to find out if the stories i was told as a young one true? That's like a joke with no punchline. I mean why take a person off of this earth that meant so dearly to someone and have the person living wonder.... wonder if the person they cared about so much learned the truth? The truth about the after-life, the truth about the world, and the truth about the creator.. The TRUTH! So now i wonder is this world a beautiful/happy place filled with anything a person could ask for? Or is it a nightmare that you cant wake up from?

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