The Birth of the world By Bluewind
The world was void --------- and
Without forms of any kind.
And God said: Let there be light,
Born all being into the plight.
Complex, tangled and drowning,
All living struggled through their being.
Someone attempted in between,
To escape, yet crippled,
By their cowardice.
A great, wide swamp, the world being
While living within, crawling and struggling.
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