The Creator
In the beginning,
of what was,
what was not,
There was no ghost,
nor rumors yet,
We've come to believe
it was the begging,
no flowers
or trees to compliment,
stems to sprout,
and no deaths
to follow after death,
It just theneeds for
molecules, atoms,
and particles,
for the creator
to exist,
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