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Print Job #852
Written By: Anonymous
Fiction
Praise him, the holy lord, he hath forged the earth and the heavens. Thine heavens are a dark room lit by dim starry lights, to stray into his domain is to stray into heaven. Praise him, for he hath created the glorious plane, the holy realm of which man has begun to tread. Space.On the first day, The holy lord crated the Earth, for he needed a place to work upon. On the second day, he said "Fuck it, we're doing this tonight." And created the rest of the world in one sleepless night. He was probably really tired then, but did not nap, for he is Omnipotent and Omniscient.For, praise the lord, as he crafted the stars of his own blood, and the earth with his sweat and tears. As humans came to be, the lord looked at them with inspiration, and spread his message throughout the planes: "Hear me, for I'm the baddest dude to ever exist, and bask in my image, for I have sculpted for you a perfect world."