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The End

There was once a holy man. He created the heaven and earth, and all living things. He loved 
his creation, loved it more than any person could ever love any other thing. He smiled, his 
children meant everything to him. He created them, but he gave them all free will. They 
could do whatever they so choose. This turned very sour for this holy man when the 
children he loved starting turning on each other, turning on him, and turning his beautiful 
creation into a horrible tragedy. He had to fix it, but he knew he had children that would 
keep everything the way he intended for it to be. So he saved those children and did away 
with the rest. A fresh start, but after this fresh start was finished, the holy man was utterly 
upset with himself. How could he destroy what he loved the most? How could he ever do 
that? He vowed to never do such a thing again. Now this holy man has not left us, he is still 
watching over this beauty of his, but is he? He’s looking down, but not into beauty? This 
creation was now a monster. The holy man sees no hope, too many of his children are 
hurting, too many of his children turned there back on him, too many of his children have 
fallen into the grips of his worst and most evil of enemies. He swore he would never do it 
again, but as tears stream down his face the pain is overbearing. “must i do it again? and 
this time end it for good?” the holy man looks down with the utmost of sorrow in his eyes. 
“Let’s end it all for good, then there will finally be peace.”

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