Call him light
Call him day
In the light no darkness remains.
Both were separated, on the first day.
The Spirit it hovered; its still hovering today...
He divided the waters: he put a firmament between.
The waters under the heavens he gathered in one place:
Now the creation story, starts to pick up pace...
It was brought forth all things, after their kind: He saw it was good.
Everything's fine.
But the story gets murky: who's in his image?
He breathed life into one, that should be the finish.
Instead he gets lead.
By the weakest link.
Beguiled for the knowledge of good and evil..
It's no wonder that we drink..
But the battle is won.
Make no mistake.
He was cruising for a bruising
He can spit a fake.
Whatever his name is, I did hear him say-
"I will raise you up on the last day,"
Which is.
Which was,
Which is to come..
Has paid the price for all His Sons.
A creation story, from beginning to end:
The Alpha and Omega
Your very best friend.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A dark view of man's beliefs. We create god in our mind in our image. Our rage his, our change in mood his, even our prejudice his. Why do you think he is a man not a woman. Vengeance is his he said just like us and jealous are we not? A great write that starts different than it ends and I wonder will our story of religion end different than it started. Nicely done.
Good write 2. Whatever my name is - call me Fred, Joe, Sam, anything. Just don't call me Agatha! lol. (random names there)
Don't worry, God heals all our diseases!
Amen 🙏🏻🕊
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