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Creation

i was sitting at the tree of your life the good of woman not being a wife but a temptress deceatful into sin and her slyness always would grant her a win if you but only saw that the beauty that creature bore was nothing in comparison to her tounge with lies she concocted she had the most fun her body was designed to nurture and care but when honesty was needed none would be there that was when i saw that which he called man he had strength and muscular beauty within his hand his design so aerodynamic and a core of muscle, strength was his to bore yet his mind was only one in place and the head the picture of the snake that spit the poisoned seed to bear millions of sinners everywhere so that God would be needed more than only to provide them with chores He would be needed to save them from sin a place of flames called hell within and thus set it up always to win a sickly power game of solitaire with solicitors strewn everywhere then he chose one son to love and one to kill so he would his cup of wrath fulfill that murderer lives within us all hate was the cause for mans murderous fall thats why sin was allowed to exist in the first place the answer was always there in our face he wanted not only to be a provider of all but a saviour too that what was desired 2023/12/15 03:43 pm

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Book: Shattered Sighs