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izeek (m)
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Imperfect Creation
I was made by God, the manifestation of his spoken word. brought about from the emptiness of mud, yet i am regarded above angels a "small god".
I could have been a mixture of saphire and gold, one worthy prize never to be sold. a beauty on display, much to behold, one that would never die or even grow old.
Yet it is his wish that i be made imperfect, for he will be my mater, and i his subject. taking away the mud and making me perfect, for in me his beauty will completely reflect.[b][/b]
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