09-13-2013, 01:06 AM
(Some poetic license taken; Satan made me write this)
This was to be the last Creation Day.
The Lord came down, scooped up some clay
From His just-finished Eden site,
Then blinked one eye—gone was the night.
And He called forth His angel host:
"Behold," He said, "my work is done—almost.
I have some clay in my hand,
And here, the Word at my command.
"With hand and Word I caused all things to be;
Have I not made dry lands rise from the sea?
I made this Earth, and life that shall increase
And be submissive to my masterpiece.
This clay shall yield the crown of my creation;
I'll call it—MAN, which stands for CULMINATION."
“You doubt me, Satan Morningstar?"
Said he: "Oh, no; man will be—wunderbar."
"You have been jealous since my work began!
Enough! Let us proceed to make our perfect man,
And we shall make him in our likeness."
God turned that clayish slippery mess
Into a slippery clayish sphere,
Which He then tucked, some here, some there,
or used the Word where His hands failed—
And in the end—young Adam wailed!
He did look worthy of God's work,
Yet Morningstar concealed a smirk:
Man matched his maker limb for limb,
But God had added, at a whim,
A certain, odd projection
That, perhaps, required correction.
"Ask me," said Satan Morningstar,
"Uhhh—something is not up to par!
Could this be more than just a flaw?"
(God's angels do not have what Satan saw.)
"He's fine,” said God, "no need for vivisection...."
"But, Lord, he has too much—perfection."
"Well," God said, "oh, perhaps a snip; a circumcision."
But Satan would not rest at that decision:
"O Lord, Thou should not leave him be like this!
I say, what he has not, he'll never miss."
There passed a very brief time span.
Yes, God did have another plan.
When He put man in deep repose,
Now Satan had good reason to suppose
That He might yet remove that certain section—
But God took things into a new direction.
He carved a single rib from Adam's chest—
And Satan said, "I'll be #@%&@...blest."
God spoke: "For Adam let us make a wife…."
Behold—an extra rib now came alive;
Awake, it cried, "My name is Steve!"
"This merits changes,” God said, “I believe.”
He quickly added, with a sigh,
"I goofed—I made another guy!"
To Steve He quickly tacked on breasts—
And then he made some changes to the rest . . . .
Same flesh, same bone, yet not the same,
and Steve . . .uhhh, Eve . . . Adam's wife became.
This was to be the last Creation Day.
The Lord came down, scooped up some clay
From His just-finished Eden site,
Then blinked one eye—gone was the night.
And He called forth His angel host:
"Behold," He said, "my work is done—almost.
I have some clay in my hand,
And here, the Word at my command.
"With hand and Word I caused all things to be;
Have I not made dry lands rise from the sea?
I made this Earth, and life that shall increase
And be submissive to my masterpiece.
This clay shall yield the crown of my creation;
I'll call it—MAN, which stands for CULMINATION."
“You doubt me, Satan Morningstar?"
Said he: "Oh, no; man will be—wunderbar."
"You have been jealous since my work began!
Enough! Let us proceed to make our perfect man,
And we shall make him in our likeness."
God turned that clayish slippery mess
Into a slippery clayish sphere,
Which He then tucked, some here, some there,
or used the Word where His hands failed—
And in the end—young Adam wailed!
He did look worthy of God's work,
Yet Morningstar concealed a smirk:
Man matched his maker limb for limb,
But God had added, at a whim,
A certain, odd projection
That, perhaps, required correction.
"Ask me," said Satan Morningstar,
"Uhhh—something is not up to par!
Could this be more than just a flaw?"
(God's angels do not have what Satan saw.)
"He's fine,” said God, "no need for vivisection...."
"But, Lord, he has too much—perfection."
"Well," God said, "oh, perhaps a snip; a circumcision."
But Satan would not rest at that decision:
"O Lord, Thou should not leave him be like this!
I say, what he has not, he'll never miss."
There passed a very brief time span.
Yes, God did have another plan.
When He put man in deep repose,
Now Satan had good reason to suppose
That He might yet remove that certain section—
But God took things into a new direction.
He carved a single rib from Adam's chest—
And Satan said, "I'll be #@%&@...blest."
God spoke: "For Adam let us make a wife…."
Behold—an extra rib now came alive;
Awake, it cried, "My name is Steve!"
"This merits changes,” God said, “I believe.”
He quickly added, with a sigh,
"I goofed—I made another guy!"
To Steve He quickly tacked on breasts—
And then he made some changes to the rest . . . .
Same flesh, same bone, yet not the same,
and Steve . . .uhhh, Eve . . . Adam's wife became.