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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Nature >> ID #1538657  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Humands
Saints; Gods or tortured failures.
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                                *So Comes Forth The Holy Spirit*

        These humans are a distraction. What purpose do they serve?
  Their love of freedom has driven them mad. They reject their faith in the Gods
  and worship the works of their hands. Hatred and lust for power fills them with
  a hunger for destruction. Much Atheism and a thirst for revenge has blinded
  them to Wisdom and love.


                                              *The Son*


        I will make me a bride. She will shame the sinners and bring the people
  back to our Heavenly Father. I will call her Eros: Goddess of love. The proud
  spirit cannot endure love. We will put an end to this war of temporal pleasure.



                                                *Origin*


        From the Word came Adam and chaos. What has come into the world
  was predestined. Man's sin has brought a storm upon him. His prayer is a
  petition for a life he does not understand. It is false and disobedient. He must
  be punished.


                                              *Prometheus*


      What are the Gods without man? Adam's children seek answers from a tree. 
  They are mortal and grow with skin and strength. Would you destroy what you
  have created? The works of the Gods are perfect and cannot be turned asunder.
  Some of these humans walk in Olympus. Hercules is your son and he is born
  of a woman. Can you deny the Saints their place in Heaven?


                                                *Origin*

      I will spare the race of man for the just. The meek shall inherit the World.
  Let Eros loose upon the flesh and the spirit of man. My work is good and good
  will come from evil.


                                              *Muzzy*



      I shouldn't eat pancakes before I go to bed....


  :)
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