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The Lost Chapter of Genesis
On the first day, I created nothing. I willed for nothing to happen. And I declared nothing. I liked the darkness. It was soothing. The vast ocean of ink was prefect. I was too hung over to do anything. No, on the first day I slept.
On the second day, I was awoken by a great amount of light and sound. It stung greatly. I still have the image and sensation etched into my mind. Once the pain went away, I saw many balls of light above and below me. Gas surrounded my being. There were rocks spinning around these balls of mystery. I couldn't sleep, my head hurt too much. Then I created darkness from my open wounds. Wherever and whenever light wasn't present, darkness would be, as a savior.
On the third day, I noticed at least 100,000 of these rocks begin to gather a clear liquid. It covered the surface and formed clouds. Some of these clouds were colorful, while others were boring. Some would even change color, and drop that clear liquid back onto the rock's surface. It interested me. So I said, "The sky rains water on to the ground and water shall rise back to the sky."
On the forth day, I noticed that some of the unique rocks started to have green stuff on them. First they appeared in the vast amounts of water that covered the rock. I watched them for hours, and decided to help them change a bit. Therefore, I created "evolution".
On the fifth day, I noticed that there were moving lifeforms on the surface of the rocks. These moving things varied in every aspect, especially when compared to other rocks. One of these moving things, looked a lot like me. How funny. I wonder if he banished them here, too.
On the six day, all of the lifeforms changed, in different ways. Some died off. Some made colonies that were either horrid in every aspect, or made colonies that weren't so bad. Some advanced much more than others, in some cases only one advanced far. Lifeforms of different rocks progressed in different ways and speeds. Some were exploring the places around them, others were trying to, and some were destined to stay earth bound.
On the seventh day, I hung myself out of pure loneliness and hatred, because they called me God.
On the second day, I was awoken by a great amount of light and sound. It stung greatly. I still have the image and sensation etched into my mind. Once the pain went away, I saw many balls of light above and below me. Gas surrounded my being. There were rocks spinning around these balls of mystery. I couldn't sleep, my head hurt too much. Then I created darkness from my open wounds. Wherever and whenever light wasn't present, darkness would be, as a savior.
On the third day, I noticed at least 100,000 of these rocks begin to gather a clear liquid. It covered the surface and formed clouds. Some of these clouds were colorful, while others were boring. Some would even change color, and drop that clear liquid back onto the rock's surface. It interested me. So I said, "The sky rains water on to the ground and water shall rise back to the sky."
On the forth day, I noticed that some of the unique rocks started to have green stuff on them. First they appeared in the vast amounts of water that covered the rock. I watched them for hours, and decided to help them change a bit. Therefore, I created "evolution".
On the fifth day, I noticed that there were moving lifeforms on the surface of the rocks. These moving things varied in every aspect, especially when compared to other rocks. One of these moving things, looked a lot like me. How funny. I wonder if he banished them here, too.
On the six day, all of the lifeforms changed, in different ways. Some died off. Some made colonies that were either horrid in every aspect, or made colonies that weren't so bad. Some advanced much more than others, in some cases only one advanced far. Lifeforms of different rocks progressed in different ways and speeds. Some were exploring the places around them, others were trying to, and some were destined to stay earth bound.
On the seventh day, I hung myself out of pure loneliness and hatred, because they called me God.
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