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Face of An Imperfect God

What right is it of Man to challenge creations unknowable plans… Is it not the will of vanity to keep all in the dark or to enslave all to the higher-order of thought as does man. …not a will to means, but to an end the world is built to defend But if man, hands are bloody by the earths crust, then its means to end this dominion of man… Tis’ nothing more grievous than killing future lands As man is moving far, far from creations Silver Shores… What right does Man have to race to the edge of creation & find the face of God… Imperfect!

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