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He holds in His hands a marble
Of beautiful azure and green A marble with special components Like no other that has ever been seen. Suspended in space it revolves According to His unique plan, Providing a place with a garden Where in His image He created man. Just moments have passed in His time Since He first breathed life into clay, In a perfect-formed place called Eden Where He fashioned both night-time and day. Many heartaches since creation Have we caused our Giver of Life Especially after He fashioned Adam’s help-mate and beautiful wife. Our sins have been many on earth Since He gave His children free will. We’ve abused His lovely round marble And we continue to abuse it still. How long will He allow our sins To run rampant over His lands Before the destruction of mankind Will come with the clap of His hands? 24 lines
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