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>Back to God.  as time passed, His rock still did grow.
But God was still not satisfied, you know.
So he gave His pet rock an atmosphere.
So could produce rain, His plants to feed.
As no food, they did need.
With water and heat from the Sun, you know.
By themselves, those plants could then grow.
Now God had to do nothing.
As Earth was now a self catering, rockey thing.
Was still a nice rock, as man was not yet, anything.

Back to God, He was still alone.
So made some live creatures here to roam.
Now His rock looked alive.
Animals.  He put on the grass.
 Fish in the sea, birds in the air.
There were creatures everywhere.
But of man.  There was no sign anywhere.

Back to God, it was one fine day.
His fingers moulded a man of clay.
Only made a mould of him.
Then, He did a silly thing.
New life.  He breathed into his clay man.
Called him Adam he did do.
Now, man was on his rock, it's true.

Back to God.  He thought a while.
As Adam seemed alone and not to smile.
God watched his animals as they did roam.
Occasionally setting up their home.
Then God smiled as young creatures filled those homes.
He then put Adam into a deep sleep.
When Adam woke, he felt quite weak.
But Eve appeared and cared for him.
Then she led Adam into sin.
Was on a day.  God was away.
When He returned Adam hid.
He did I say.  Although I was not there that day.

Back to God, He was slightly angry, you see.
Held an enquiry, serpent was found guilty.
Lost his legs that day you see.
That's why all his family.
Throughout the earth do crawl about.
On the stomachs and don't shout.
See rots already started to spread.
As man was about.  Oh!  I've already said.

Back to God, He did not forget His play rock.
He most certainly did not.  As often He did come back.
But as man spread and messed Earth up.
God decided no more rocks would He dress up.
Just leave them coloured, no life at all.
He had made one mistake.  No would do more.
Not like man who bred like mad. 
Fell out with and killed what he had.
Ate all the produce God did sow.
Man had to sow more to make it grow.
Man bred more, and needed more.
So cultivated more land and more.
Destroyed what God had planted there.
Hunted and captured wildlife, it's true.
Man turned on man, so death was about.
On that rock God played with no doubt.
As man was now really about.

And that is all I'll get on here alas there is still much more.  And when I'm feeling well and fit, I'll write it out so you can read it.  (The mad author) <
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