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His Precious Creation Dark and barren was the expanse, A hushed vacuum of non-existence; There amidst this empty space; A mighty voice unleashed creation. In an instant His gentle hand, Charmed the waters from the land; His Majestic Spirit stilled the waters; As extravagant mountains filled the horizon. Deep blue skies with strokes of fancy, Filled the heavens with lustrous delight; The Author looked with excitement, As His final creation was unveiled. From the dust, His image He created, By pure Joy he gifted him life; Gave him a heart to worship with power, A spirit to sojourn with him forever. The Master saw His Imperial feat, His smile of bliss fragranced the air; From seeming chaos, He brought forth Life; A master piece, His delegate, His winner?Mankind. by Akash Sant Singh 
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