Nothing More Than a Sinned Copy

This world is nothing but a copy,
Stained in the after shadow sin.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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October 5, 2010 at 6:20 PM
The ideal (original) world was the master copy ( produced by God). The carbon copy-- our humanistic attempt/ contempt to replicate the divine through mortal thoughts/actions is the blotter/sin stains that mar the divine ink. Worthy thoughts on the state/plight of mankind. Keep up the good work!
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October 5, 2010 at 12:27 PM
Very badly stained too! Truer words were never written. Love Scarlett
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