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Azazel's Pit

It is said that there are creator Gods That create Gods Who in turn created Man These blessings cheated the system of order Seas of black turn blue in the mind With one slight of hand Emerges clay in the shape of man Trees fork, slit and seeds become killing machines Steadfast in plights of secrecy and honor Bestowed on each from what or whom? Something asexual, of no procreation but created Fight amongst one another for a turn At this tug of war amongst giants Buried in layers as sedimentary rock they wait Lie dormant until the time is revered

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Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 6/19/2009 12:59:00 PM

You put forth some compelling thoughts here, Peter. I was not familiar with the concept of "creator Gods," but it is very intriguing. If this were the case for creation, it would certainly explain man's propensity to perpetrate war and other evils. It's always been difficult for me to understand how a loving God could create people who become serial killers and the like. Interesting! Love, Carolyn