Monday, May 5, 2014

The Ghost

Before There Was Anything
There was the Ghost
And the Ghost was without form
Wandering the non-existence
Of what we today know as the universe
Cold and lonely
In his nothingness
It became time for the creation.
Looking about
He realized that all that was
Was within him
He was the only raw material
And he decided to sacrifice himself
For the sake of creation
Imploding upon himself
Our universe came forth

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