There were giants in the Earth in those days,
Before Man and Beast,
And Night and Day.
They toiled underground,
Working in the mines of God,
To Perfect his Creation.
And when Oceans had been filled,
And Trees planted,
And Skies clouded,
The Giants slept,
And became Mountains.
On Judgment day,
The giants will wake,
And again labor for God.
After the Earth is in ruins,
And the sky,
Land,
And seas are no more,
The giants will be cast into space,
Until they land on a new planet,
To make in God's image.
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