TO FUTURE GENERATIONS
EARLY ONE MORNING
as the smoke cleared away
a Voice sounded through the construction
and though there were none to hear the voice
through the construction
Beings were created
AND IT WAS GOOD
EARLY ONE MORNING
as night turned to day
Man discovered his own great voice
and as it sounded, silence was forgotten
but through it
Giants were created
AND IT WAS GOOD
EARLY ONE MORNING
as light become day
wee voices sounded in the wilderness
and though they called for silence
none could hear
yet through the voices
Life was offered
AND IT WAS GOOD
EARLY ONE MORNING
as smoke covered day
a Voice sounded through the destruction
but there were none to hear the voice
and there was no creation
AND IT WAS GOOD
EARLY ONE MORNING
as the smoke cleared away
a Voice sounded throught the construction
and though there were none to hear the voice
through the construction
Beings were created
AND IT WAS GOOD
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